He climbed on it. Again. He wants to ride it All. The. Time.
While I despair. Steroid withdrawal has transformed me into a chronically fatigued version of Cruella Deville. Unspeakable thoughts stream from both mouth and fingers. If I’m not pimping books, I’m most likely ANGRY and in bed.
He wants to ride it anyway.
thoughts diatribes don’t deter him. No shower for three days, because it’s too much freaking effort? He doesn’t care. When I draw the curtains, light candles and cocoon, he takes it as an invitation. To ride. And RIDE. AND RIDE.
I try to sleep through it. Because really, what else can I do? He’s oblivious. Determined even. He pumps and thrashes, brakes and grinds whatever my precarious state of mind.
Will MTM ever tire of his bike, now that he’s cleared to ride? I may never stop worrying, but I sure do hope I can find myself in the brain-fogged haze and exhaustion prednisone left in its wake.
It’s criminal to complain about how I feel, given that I’m blessed with overall good health. I wasn’t prepared for the steroid aftermath. I’ve always been hormonally challenged. I should’ve known taking a drug that screws with my hormones would Cruella me.
I’m not accustomed to almost constant super-charged PMS……….Which is what this feels like……….Don’t worry about me………..But please send your kind thoughts and well wishes to poor MTM. No wonder he wants to ride it all the time.
And speaking of TIRED………
I’m in Chicago from 10 – 13 March. Three appearances only. Penny O’Neill gets my remaining time. She’s putting me up for the duration. I’m energized at the thought of giving her a hug.
If you’re in the Chicago area,
please stop by City Lit Books.
March 12. 6:30 – 7:30pm.
I’d love to meet you, to hear your stories and to inspire you to Make a Memory!