Whenever I come completely off prednisone, I feel like the part in Cinderella, when the clock has struck midnight and the carriage turns into a pumpkin, her beautiful dress is transformed back into rags and she now is afoot to get home.
Prednisone is like a fairy godmother,
it gives you all the abilities to accomplish your goals. No matter how many times I've been "left in the road in the middle of the night after a great night of dancing",
I can't approach and endure the time on it any differently. I go about making all of the things happen in my life that I WANT to happen. And with out fail I sit in the middle of all the mess at the end, after the dream is up, in a perplexed fashion.
Being able to be up doing things like driving kids to practice, attending basketball games and even getting ready for the day, can be taken for granted. Being able to have a meaningful conversation with a friend, get onto your email account or blog and figure out why it isn't posting like it should are all activities that prednisone magically makes easy in your life.
At least at first. Like Cinderella's night on the town, it is a short lived moment. And, unfortunately, no one comes later to tell you it actually can become real-if the slipper fits. The nightmare begins when you have been on it too long. The aches slowly creep into your bones and suck the marrow out of them. Literally.
The adrenal gland is acting more like Snow White- goes to sleep while prednisone makes everything happen, and is rudely awakened to a bigger job than before. Trying to get up to speed and 'equilibrate' is a nightmare.
You'd think you could sleep like a baby when you haven't slept for days- but you are beyond sleep. I can sit wide eyed reading Shingles forums into the night trying to figure out an answer to the problem.
Or crying over other blogs.
(A good one is dennyandwendy.blogspot.com= but only go there if you want a good healthy cry.) I sat by the tree last night, glad for the comfort of Christmas lights and village lit up in the darkness.
Believe me, I am grateful for the fact I have parents that have stayed together, work hard and believe in family. They are a testament to why the family unit is so important. **last night I actually got some sleep. I still need to post about The Villages this month. Stay tuned because it's a neat story. And I putting some sweet recipes on here. I think about good food when times are tough. Odd. I know. 
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