On a Wing and a Prayer

Hydrocortisone is going okay. Surprisingly okay. As in I ran all over the house chasing the toddler who thought it was the best. thing. ever.

I have not done that in way too long. This morning I am able to be the parent I want to be.

But I'm only a couple hours into the day so...

I tried to articulate to the endo how I thought two days of prednisone might help my body make the switch. Not sure if I stated it well, but here's hoping the break got me over the transition hump. Sometimes it seems if you take 2 steps back then you can take 15 forward.

Sleep would be nice. I go to bed early and can't sleep. When I do sleep my gut wakes me up at 4am pretty regularly--I am still having pain and, in the wee hours of the morning when it has me squirming, I swear I'm gonna call the doc first thing, but then the worst of it passes and I don't call.

I really need to squeeze in a GI doc, sooner as opposed to later. But I put it off and put it off because I just don't need anything else to do. At least I don't need an alarm clock.

As for the rest of the mess I'm dealing with, I'm working on my resume, contacting my references and hoping I can do this. The timing is for poop, but I'm not applying for everything and anything, there just happens to be one job for my skill set open. So I have to apply now as opposed to taking more time to deal with my stupid health.

The dearth of positions in my field, even in a good economy, makes the odds of me having to report to a job as of Jan 1 pretty low. On the other hand, I'm in a niche field where it's hard to find good people, which usually tips the odds in my favor. We'll see what happens and hope I can pull myself together to make it all work.

Won't know until I try.