So, prednisone.

Y’all ever tried this stuff?

I was on it a few years back for a vicious case of poison ivy. But I think I got a bad batch. Or just working in education is sufficient enough hell to counteract any positive effects. Because y’all.

Kroger finally got my prednisone prescription in two days ago and… I’m pretty sure I’m Superman now. Maybe even Wonder Woman.

I mean, once I figured out how to take it. It was like 48 pills for 13 days and “take according to label” but there was no label and I was trying to do math but 13 does not go into 48 evenly. I’m pretty sure. And just as the pharmacist answered the phone and the question was out of my mouth I looked at the back of the pills…

Oh. They’ve got it all set up for you right on the backs of the packages. These two at breakfast, blah blah blah.

I mean, I don’t know why you’d expect me to figure that out on my own. Before the prednisone.

After the prednisone. Sure. I could probably manufacture this shit and calculate out dosages with all the uneven numbers.

I’ve been on this stuff two days and I’m already stressing about what withdrawal is gonna be like next weekend. With one of my favorite uncles visiting from Kentucky. I’m gonna be in full detox mode at our family gathering.

But this stuff, y’all. It’s street value has to be enormous.

The past two nights I have slept more soundly. And woke up more refreshed and raring to go. Than I ever have in my life.

Five am and my body is like, “whelp, let’s go build a house or some shit.”

And the motivation. I did all of the things yesterday. And was threatening to break into Rogue and Fall Risk’s houses to go do all of their things. I had to physically stop myself from mowing my whole yard. So I wouldn’t throw myself off cycle.

And here’s the issue with taking prednisone for injury. (Because the immediate psychological addiction probably isn’t an issue…) It makes me want to just hop out to McAfee and run 20 miles real quick.

Which, first of all. I can’t run anywhere “real quick.” But this shit got my brain believing we can.

But also. I’m still injured.

I can’t run 20 miles. I can’t even run one mile. Y’all, I can’t even walk one mile without pain.

Went to the gym yesterday morning and did 8 miles on the bike. Felt amazing.

Came home and did strength training while watching my company’s mandatory security training. (Seriously, you can use those little 50 second videos like a HIIT timer.) Still felt amazing.

So over lunch I went for a walk around the block. And was staring at Mill Mountain off in the distance. (Because I can recognize mountains now. That’s how powerful this shit is.) And thinking, “yeah I should run over there later.”

And then my knee said, “nah, bitch. We better just stay our ass at home with some ice.”

So I won’t. I won’t go run to the Star today. Or 311 to 220. Or even around the block.

But I will get all of the projects and writing and chores done. This morning, probably.

And then spend some time researching prednisone withdrawal treatments.

And what other injuries I have that will require another round.

So if anyone needs some shit done. I’m taking orders. It’s gonna cost you though. I’ve got this new roid habit to support…