Today is Steroid Day. My dad called to see how I was feeling. I was in the basement walking on the treadmill, so Jay talked to him.
ME: What did you tell him?
JAY: Oh, just that you were outside running around naked claiming to be Abraham Lincoln.
Actually, I feel OK. I ended up coming down with a bad cold on Thursday: A "can't breathe, talking like Marge Simpson, running the humidifier all night, waking up every hour" cold. Now I don't know if all of all of my cruddy feelings came from the Revlimid or from the cold coming on. I was wiped out all day Friday but I'm pretty sure it was 100 percent because of the cold. This morning I got up at 6 a.m. and took a big pile of steroid pills. Dexamethasone only comes in 4 mg tablets. I need to take 40 mg, which means I take TEN pills at once.
That's a whole lot of pills. It's like there's a pharmacy in my mouth, and everyone's invited.
I'd heard horror stories about the dex, like that it makes you "wired" and crazy, but I'm actually feeling all right now. Maybe I was so tired that it just made me feel "normal." Maybe it takes a long time to kick in. Who knows? But for right now I'm doing OK.
I finally got to watch Lost on the TiVo. It's Jin's baby? Yeah, right.