Prednisone: My Frenemy Part II

As I have said before, I am a teacher and I am two day from being free!!! Yes...I am 48 hours (give or take) from being able to sleep in and have to deal with my own kids for a change! I had been feeling so terrible lately with extreme fatigue, but I started Prednisone again last week and it gave me the necessary boost to make it through 8th grade Prom decorating, Powder Puff flag football, my daughters dance recital, 6th, 7th, and 8th grade students at the end of the school year, and everything else the last week of school brings for teachers. I have made it through 7 straight days of work without calling in. In fact, I haven't had to call in since starting the Prednisone.


Now, on one hand this "miracle drug" has allowed me to go about my life almost like a normal working mom these past two weeks, but on the other hand, I am at the highest weight ever in my life. I hate to dwell on this topic because it shouldn't really matter right? It does matter though. I just looked at my picture in the school yearbook and it is just depressing. I looked round and puffy and pretty much exhausted. It is B A D! Depression is something I struggle with so often and this weight gain and the physical changes I have gone through in the past two years do not make things easy. I had a picture of myself and my husband from two years ago on my filing cabinet and one student stood there shocked and said, "Wow...you looked so...so....," and couldn't quite finish that statement out of fear of hurting my feelings but I knew what she was thinking. I looked pretty and thin and now I don't.

Well, I guess that is life. A struggle to weigh the good with the bad. In order for me to get out of the house and work and take my kids to recitals, I have to deal with a lower self-esteem and bigger clothes. But, I do still wish I didn't have to make these choices. I wish I wasn't sick with this horrible illness. I hope that everyone out there realizes how lucky they are that they don't have to make these choices and appreciate their healthy lives.

Two Steps Forward and One Step Back

So I guess I upset some people with my last post but honestly I meant no harm. I have only had the diagnosis for as year and a half but have been dealing with symptoms and doctors for over 10 years! Shit, sometimes I just have to laugh so I don't cry! So sorry if I offended anyone!

Anyway, so I was so happy because I had made it to work for 6 straight days and then Tuesday came and kicked my ass. I couldn't get up to get my kids dressed. My poor husband was asking where their Clothes were, and I bit
head off! (I think that was the Prednisone talking) Seriously, I didn't care how he did it; I just wanted them gone so I could sleep -and sleep I did! All day into the night!

I am trying not to get down on myself about missing work but just knowing that they are docking me over $150 every day I can't teach gets me feeling like a failure. So, I try and remind myself and my family that I need to take it easy so I can make it to work.

Today, I made it to work. I had a pretty good day; I only yelled at and wrote up one 8th grader who couldn't find his seat. (Again, the Prednisone?) I Came home straight to bed and ordered my hubby to get us dinner and I don't feel guilty about it. I am doing what I have to to survive. That's all I have to say about that!