We walked Friday morning with our friends. It was rough going for me now that I’m off prednisone. But we managed to walk for an hour, then we came home to futz about before going to Silva Bay to meet the boys for lunch. It was great to be together. Everyone was glad that I proposed our Firetruck lunch. The best thing about lunch was hearing from Jay that he, too, is on a drug for which he needed permission from the Special Authority agency. He got his drug, so I’m thinking I’ll get mine too!
When we got home, I went immediately to bed. I was wiped out from the walk and from lunch and I wanted to be strong for dinner with Nancy, Kris and Steve. I slept for over an hour. When I woke up, it was time to walk Her Highness. We went to Trailhead 6 and did a short walk, and then soon after returning home, it was time to feed the brood and then head to Woodfire to meet my friends for dinner.
It was stupid to arrange to have two social events in one day. I was still feeling wiped out as I headed to the restaurant. But what fun we had! We always have fun, the four of us. Kris reserved for 5:30, so we were finished by 7:30. When I got home, I went directly to bed, and I stayed in bed for eleven hours. And even with all that sleep, I had absolutely no energy at all on Saturday. I felt like a zombie; I had no appetite either. So, I lay on the recliner in the sun for a while in the morning and then got myself together to feed the brood at lunch time.
I had a sandwich for lunch and then I forced myself to water all the backyard beds. I did something practical! Hooray! I was glad to water them; I love all my little floral friends. And with that done, I pushed myself to take Her Highness for a walk in Elder Cedar.
It was gorgeous in the grove, but I noticed little. My eyes were focused on the trail and all the roots within it. I just kept plodding along to give Her Highness some much needed exercise, and when I got home, back to bed for a good hour’s sleep. I reckon this wasting sensation is coming off prednisone. I have a bad day every time I stop taking it, about three days after stopping. When I woke up, I headed for the spa. It was a glorious 20° outside. It was a very beautiful day, as will be today, but tomorrow I’m hoping it’ll rain.
After the spa, I still felt like a member of the zombie nation. I was shuffling, not walking, and I felt entirely flat—I had no energy at all. It was cold in the house, so I lit a fire to make myself feel better. It was lovely to be warm. I love how cool this house stays in Summer, but sometimes this sissy wants lots and lots of heat.
This morning has dawned overcast. It was the same yesterday, but all the clouds burned off yesterday and we had a spectacularly warm and lovely day. I’ll likely do some yard work as I am feeling more myself again. I’ve weeds that I pulled to dispose of, and I want to do some fertilizing. But it’s My Day, no if I do nothing at all, that’s okay too!
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