Prednisone is making me crazy, mean and rotten. I'm yelling and I can't shut up. I'm angry and I can't calm down. Thank goodness I only have 2 more days of this wonderful immunosuppressant corticosteroid drug. Here I am with 4 beautiful children who do their job expertly, forget everything you tell them, and normally I can make my own choices about how to respond to things like forgetting too do your science project earlier than the night before it's due but on Prednisone my only option is to yell. I'm yelling and yelling and thinking to myself, "Why are you yelling? Why are you so angry"? This is a crazy making drug. This drug is why my walk-in closet, which has been unwalkable for years, is finally clean and clear. I sequestered myself in the closet. It was the only way.
I'm taking it for a bad case of dermatitis which I get every couple of years and can't get rid of without Prednisone. I warned Thom and the kids. I thought the boys were old enough to understand. "These drugs will make me crabby and angry. You should keep away". Danger! Keep out! I'd turn back if I were you! They've been in my face and each other's more than normal. Or maybe that's the drug talking. I can't imagine what life must be like for a drug addict. I HATE giving control of myself to something else. Probably why I've never been drunk.
Virgo. ;-)
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