ontariopiper
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2017 cannot end soon enough for me! My 16-yr-old daughter had to take me to the ER on Friday morning for what turned out to be the third bout of pericarditis since the end of May. Sigh.
For those unfamiliar, pericarditis is an inflammation of the sac surrounding the heart and it is NOT comfortable in the least. Glad my girl was here to help but I'm not sure she enjoyed watching her father walk like her great-grandfather from car to hospital.
Thankfully, the meds work quickly and I'm back on my feet (relatively speaking). I can once again bend over and pick up the pen I dropped, and make it up the stairs in under a minute (but don't time me). The dirty laundry made it to the bottom of the stairs this morning, but someone else will have to bring the clean stuff up. Also don't have enough wind (yet) to holler across the house at someone. Baby steps
Unfortunately, with the benefits of medication come side effects. In my case, large doses of prednisone almost instantly turn me into a jittery, crotchety, insomniac, absentminded curmudgeon just as we head into the Holiday season. If anyone needs a somewhat damaged Ebenezer Scrooge for their Christmas play, look no further! Bah, Humbug! All in, I've been on the meds constantly since June 1st, with a grand total of 5 weeks "holiday" in between runs. This latest batch will keep me vibrating gently until February. Hooray.:affraid:
OK. Enough complaining! The good side of all this is that I know I can rely on my wife and kids to support me through whatever hits us next, just as I support them when they hit their own potholes on the road of life. I'm also learning to appreciate the small things that make life sweet - eating together around the table, watching my 77 year old mother perform in the local Little Theatre Christmas musical, and buying Cyber Monday Christmas gifts from the comfort of my chair. :santa:
And as soon as I'm feeling up to it, I have a new pipe waiting for its first bowl. Good to have goals!
For those unfamiliar, pericarditis is an inflammation of the sac surrounding the heart and it is NOT comfortable in the least. Glad my girl was here to help but I'm not sure she enjoyed watching her father walk like her great-grandfather from car to hospital.
Thankfully, the meds work quickly and I'm back on my feet (relatively speaking). I can once again bend over and pick up the pen I dropped, and make it up the stairs in under a minute (but don't time me). The dirty laundry made it to the bottom of the stairs this morning, but someone else will have to bring the clean stuff up. Also don't have enough wind (yet) to holler across the house at someone. Baby steps
Unfortunately, with the benefits of medication come side effects. In my case, large doses of prednisone almost instantly turn me into a jittery, crotchety, insomniac, absentminded curmudgeon just as we head into the Holiday season. If anyone needs a somewhat damaged Ebenezer Scrooge for their Christmas play, look no further! Bah, Humbug! All in, I've been on the meds constantly since June 1st, with a grand total of 5 weeks "holiday" in between runs. This latest batch will keep me vibrating gently until February. Hooray.:affraid:
OK. Enough complaining! The good side of all this is that I know I can rely on my wife and kids to support me through whatever hits us next, just as I support them when they hit their own potholes on the road of life. I'm also learning to appreciate the small things that make life sweet - eating together around the table, watching my 77 year old mother perform in the local Little Theatre Christmas musical, and buying Cyber Monday Christmas gifts from the comfort of my chair. :santa:
And as soon as I'm feeling up to it, I have a new pipe waiting for its first bowl. Good to have goals!