Thursday’s Breakfast

Happy Valentine’s Day! My sweet husband woke up early, arranged flowers and cards and sweet treats for our daughter. And he made breakfast. Omelets. His omelets are delicious, and I desperately wanted to eat it, but it just wasn’t happening. I guess he was hoping I’d wake up feeling better this morning. He’d included a handful of grapes alongside the omelet, and I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to eat those relatively easily. So I dug a bunch out of the fridge and decided to make that my meal.


I ended up only eating enough to help me take my medicine (I can’t swallow pills with liquid. I’m like a 5 year old- and have to trick myself into forgetting it’s there by chewing up my food and popping the pill in right before I swallow.) And I had an early doctor appointment, so I took a bag of grapes with me, thinking I might munch on them while in the waiting room, but at this point, it’s really hard to get past the pain unless I am truly ravenous.

Doc put me back on prednisone- 20mg. I hate taking any medication, but steroids are particularly scary to me. I’ve got to find a way to get my body back to it’s natural, healthy, balanced state. I feel like my doctors are great (usually) at treating my acute symptoms, but they’re not much help with figuring out why my body is so off-kilter and helping me figure out what I can do to fix it long-term. I want to be healthy and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. There should be more doctors out there that can help with that, instead of just doling out more prescriptions.