OH. MY. GOD. That is now five weeks without a pill popped. Thirty-eight, glorious days to be exact. Thirty-eight days. I should say that this state of affairs has co-incided with my perseverance with Guy Cohen's therapies. Follow the link. Make of them what you will. I can only report what is happening to me. And so far, what I have to report is a joy to type.
So, what are the side-effects of not taking prednisolone? (!)
Firstly, about three weeks ago, I suddenly noticed that my head no longer felt like a relief map of the moon. Gone were the scabby, pustulous, potentially volcanic ridges of acne. I have no idea why my own particular steroid-acne was mostly confined to my scalp (I promise I did appreciate this blessing), but, crikey, it felt like someone had stuck rice-crispies up there. Lord knows what my head would have suggested to a phrenologist...
Thirdly, less preds, calmer mind. Plus hypnotherapy, even calmer mind. Red mist became pink mist became mist... Still grumpy sometimes though. Not angry. Just grumpy.
And finally, one little irk. Since I stopped my knees have been painful. This could be a result of this early seasons football. My own particular brand of chasing a ball round a muddy field and falling over frequently to be exact. Quality aside, the knees could be a gentle reminder from my 36 year old body to pack in this footballing lark, or at least build up to the season a little each summer (rather than become utterly sedantry for 3 months and then charge straight on to the field with all the dignity and restraint of an exuberant child). Or they could have something to do with plying my body with steroids for 18+ months and then stopping. Orrrrrr, it could be arthritis. But we're not thinking negatively, are we...?
Rituals of Loss
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