Coming down off of a big long steroid dosage is like living in a Philip K. Dick novel about suburbanites on Mars. For a day. Only for a day. Thank God.
only a day? how long were you taking them for? (they usually taper me off prednisone for months...)
(although the first time was a lot like a phillip k dick novel in that my doctor was peeved that i hadn't taken his advice to drop out of school for the year, so he started lying to me about side effects. "oh no, that's not a possible side effect-- it's probably due to your emotional stress.")
I've been taking 12 millagrams of decadrone daily for about a month at least. The doc cut the dosage in half (to 6) just as I started irradiation this week. The lower dosage allowed me dealing with kids again, so that's a relief. A real one.
And that's my only experience with anything like it. It sounds like you move between this stuff a lot each year, so you know quite a bit...
i just know how predisone affects me; i haven't taken any other steroids. the dosages, at least, sound very different (i'll typically start at 40 mg prednisone and taper down by 5mg per week; by 10mg i don't feel nearly as crazy, usually); it sounds like decadrone may pack more of a punch. :/
Ha! Ha, ha, ha! It was a relentlessly paranoid day, coming down off those goldarn drugs, and after awhile I actually left my house because I was scared of the basement. That hadn't happened since I was about five, mind you, and having it happen at this age was nuts!
So I went out and sat on the porch. On the porch, it was restful and lovely and I got to look at the trees in the sunshine, which were beautiful, right until the goddamn trees started waving branches as if they were talking to each other about how much they hated me.
At that point I gave up and just went inside and sat in bed. But, about two hours later the whole thing cleared up and I came back to normal, no longer feeling like I was on Mars about to be sold to all the people whispering in the ventilation system.
I just haven't had a big-deal drug recuperation day like this, ever, as far as I can recall! It was interesting and I'm never doing that again if I can help it!
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(although the first time was a lot like a phillip k dick novel in that my doctor was peeved that i hadn't taken his advice to drop out of school for the year, so he started lying to me about side effects. "oh no, that's not a possible side effect-- it's probably due to your emotional stress.")
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I've been taking 12 millagrams of decadrone daily for about a month at least. The doc cut the dosage in half (to 6) just as I started irradiation this week. The lower dosage allowed me dealing with kids again, so that's a relief. A real one.
And that's my only experience with anything like it. It sounds like you move between this stuff a lot each year, so you know quite a bit...
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glad you are feeling better at this dosage...
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Only a novel, not a novel, three novellas, seven novelettes, 17 short stories, and one flash of a scene, all interpenetrating?
No wonder you're not bellyaching!
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Ha! Ha, ha, ha! It was a relentlessly paranoid day, coming down off those goldarn drugs, and after awhile I actually left my house because I was scared of the basement. That hadn't happened since I was about five, mind you, and having it happen at this age was nuts!
So I went out and sat on the porch. On the porch, it was restful and lovely and I got to look at the trees in the sunshine, which were beautiful, right until the goddamn trees started waving branches as if they were talking to each other about how much they hated me.
At that point I gave up and just went inside and sat in bed. But, about two hours later the whole thing cleared up and I came back to normal, no longer feeling like I was on Mars about to be sold to all the people whispering in the ventilation system.
I just haven't had a big-deal drug recuperation day like this, ever, as far as I can recall! It was interesting and I'm never doing that again if I can help it!
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