The mountain that has been parked on my chest for the past week or so is crumbling a bit. My re-visit to my doc yesterday resulted in a 50% increase in my steroid dose, right before bedtime. I manage to sleep, really sleep, almost for two four stretches with only one ugly coughing spell in between. It was lovely.
But increasing steroids has a price. I was crying at my first glimpse of my schedule this morning, which made my nurses scatter. The good news is that this resulted in a drastic reduction in my patient count. I managed to hang in long enough to clean up a ton of paperwork and backlogged 'tasks'. There is still a lot to do, but it doesn't feel quite so overwhelming. Next mood swing, five minutes.
Working to breathe is exhausting. As long as I was sitting at my desk I was fine. If I had to move from the desk to the nurses' station and back, I was about as winded as if I'd sprinted through the parking lot from Walmart to TGIFriday's. So now that I can sleep, can breathing be far behind?