Medrol Dose Pack = Finished
This morning, I took the last pill in the medrol dose pack that I have been taking to try and put my MS back in remission. Last night was pretty rough, in terms of seizures, but today, I’ve been good. I actually decided to be brave and walk to the grocery store despite the bitter cold today. I think the most alienating part of having seizures is the fear that you will have another seizure at any given moment, and so you don’t want to leave somewhere that’s “safe.” It was a very tough decision to go out into the world, even though Adam is at work for an additional 4 hours tonight and tomorrow night.
Too much time alone.
I’ve decided that I need to try to put together some sort of social life, regardless of the seizures. I have to be willing to spend money for public transportation. For whatever reason, I feel bad about doing that… but what’s my choice? Staying home alone all the time and never going out and doing things. And I’ve done the hell out of that. I’m over it. So over it. Talking to my dog like he’s a person over it.
Right now, I’m blogging instead of cleaning and vacuuming the living room. I figure, I’ve already done the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, done 2 loads of laundry, and refilled the humidifier… I can couch for a little bit. I mean, if I do everything in one day, what fun will be left for tomorrow. */snark*
Really, I’m trying to decide whether or not to dye my hair tonight. If I start now, I’ll still be done before Adam gets home…but it also means taking a shower when I’m alone, which I’ve agreed I won’t do. The terrible pull between wanting to cure boredom/pander to my vanity and wanting to be safe. I think Adam would be pissed if he came home, and dinner was ready in the crockpot, but I’d fallen in the shower and needed to go to the hospital. So, I guess I’ll wait on the hair til later tonight.
Work, work, work.
Remember how I was working on that silly vampire novel? Well, I’ve chucked it. I can write something better… and probably less trite. I kind of hate my main character, a vampire who only feeds on people who want to die… and I’m not really in love with any of my other characters, so why would a reader be? Well, that’s not *entirely* true. There is one character I like. She’s an ex-vampire who only fed on abusive parents, who, for hundreds of years, ran an orphanage filled with the children of her victims, and died by sunlight when one of her children asked her to pray with her, and it lasted past sun-up, sending her back to hell, where she works intake with the newly damned. But what are you gonna do? Tell her story? I’ll think about it.
Speaking of work… today, I also learned that you can make money by creating those annoying top 10 lists.
I also learned of TaskRabbit. I might try doing some odd jobs here and there as I feel stable.
As for right now, I’m giving in to the to-do list. Adam will be coming home to a totally clean house. I don’t want to get used to this.