Oh Happy Day

I woke up this morning and, despite sleeping for crap, I felt fine. I didn't want to crawl into a hole and hibernate. I was excited to start the day and felt like there was energy in my body for once.

In fact, I got up, got the toddler, snuggled with her for a minute and then did an elliptical workout while she watched PBS for the first time in over a month. Then I took the toddler out for a ride on her tricycle, we played in the water and we planted some seeds. That's a lot of activity for me. Just last week the elliptical would've been IT.

Yesterday I walked a rough mile. Rough because I had some asthma issues; air wasn't coming back out and I had to resist the urge to punch myself in the gut to force it out. But I still did it.

And it didn't ruin today for me.

And I haven't had any prednisone in 48 hours.

So maybe this is behind me. I hope, I hope, I freaking HOPE.

Next up, weaning off the Pulmicort (assuming the asthma is stable) and figuring out what to do about my stupid uterus.