I’m still trying to kick whatever respiratory germ this is that has taken up semi-permanent residence in my body. I went to a doc in the box Tuesday. Understandably, no one wants to give a pregnant or nursing mama anything at all. I was given the usual recommendations of eucalyptus oil, salt water, steam, blah de blah de F’ing blah. I know this stuff. I also know that the duration of this is exceeding/has exceeded the normal duration of a typical cold virus.
So yeah, I am nursing. I am also allergic to the most common antibiotic family in use. I’m also coming off of a doozy of a stomach virus. I’m what you could call a good “challenge” for a doctor or nurse practitioner. The poor NP was really really trying. She finally agreed to recommend some OTC stuff along with a 3 day supply of low dose oral steroids, with strict orders to pump and dump. Yeah, right. I researched it thoroughly AND (before y’all jump down my throat) called my pediatrician to make sure it was safe to nurse. No sweat. So where am I now 2 days later? Almost out of prednisone and no better. I’ll be trekking back to get something else shortly.
But the steroid. Oh, how I love thee. You know how it is when you go in with a sinus infection. Usually the doc will shoot you in the ass with a hefty steroid shot. You feel better about 15 minutes later and before you know it, you’ve gone from death bed to boot camp. Yes, I CAN cook a 12 course thanksgiving dinner while doing single-hand push-ups and vacuuming with my big toe. Even this pansy dose I’ve had has been a miracle.
You must understand the misery: I am on 8.5 months of night-nursing, 3 years of 5 AM (if I’m lucky) wake-up calls, a family of 4 ravaged by a stomach virus from hell, and 2+ weeks of respiratory crap. It’s a small wonder I can’t find the energy to work out or clean my house on a good day, less any additional challenges such as illnesses or a blasted time change. This little wonder pill has made a huge difference.
Mucous be damned. Nighttime kids wanderings and wailings be damned. I. Get. Stuff. Done. On. Steroids. I wish I could take them forever, or at least for 2 months. I could have my home cleaned and decorated for Xmas by next week. I could probably make everyone on my gift list presents of some sort. I could plan, shop, cook, and then portion and freeze 800 meals. I might be able to use some of my exercise DVDs that I now only have the energy to briefly look at (in their cases) and feel momentarily guilty about no actually putting in the player. I love steroids.
Does this make me a monster? Am I some kind of drug-seeker? Keep your mellow. Keep your high. I just want energy, damn it.