I got into work this morning with a packet of oatmeal I intended to make for breakfast only to discover that I had no bowl or spoon, only a paper cup and a plastic knife. Determined to eat, I am making it work.
As I began licking my oatmeal off the knife, it occurred to me that this is how my current HAE treatment is--I don't have what I need, what works. I have something that maybe sometimes can get the job done, but it's not ideal.
When I woke up at 3:45 this morning with chills and a stomach ache I did what I was told to--take a Benadryl and a prednisone, drink a glass of water, and hope it makes it less brutal. It did, aside from not sleeping and the heachache the steroids give me...and now I am at work. Not feeling good, but not feeling terrible.
I'm not starving, I'm eating oatmeal. Off a knife.
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...and all them damned broads wanting you to doll them up to boot! I'm sure it's just what you feel like doing.
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