...the more I feel good about going very hard core again with the avoiding simple carbs (after we get settled in, of course). I may not lose much weight, but I DO feel better, and my lab values are good. It's the right thing to do.
Right now, though, not. We're here. We can't make our own food. You know. We'll transition when we get home. We need a little time to settle in and a friend promised me a birthday cake. I'm thinking, in theory, a week should be enough to start to settle down and settle in.
I guess I'm going to take that prednisone Rx too. I'll ask Mark to call the spine doctor tomorrow and ask if it's appropriate for me to take those meds when I get home. I doubt there will be contraindications for my back, but who knows. I shudder when I think about my famous prednisone headaches, but I MUST get my voice back. This is beyond ridiculous.
I'm feeling kind of isolated. I've been here awhile now. Today was supposed to be the other surgery, but since it was cancelled, shouldn't I be home by now? And people's lives are continuing. Mine's not. So I'm kind of floating alone in space, feeling lonely and worried about the future.
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