Which daughter will take care of us in old age….

Subtitle: steroids are bad

The story about my youngest daughter will begin….she’s an old soul. Antiques interest her. She quilts, she does cross stitch, she taught herself to crochet, she likes to cook, she volunteers, she buys fresh flowers once a week throughout the year and places them in vases around her house…you get the picture.

At some point in our “relationship”, I noticed she occasionally wore one of those nighttime eye masks for sleeping….and at some point (because we never discard anything), I noticed one of those eye masks in a drawer in my house…I’m pretty certain I didn’t buy it…it was probably left here or we moved it to this house 5 years ago.

I’m on steroid medication…approaching day 5 due to bronchitis and an ear situation that wouldn’t clear on its own. The steroids make me crazy! I can’t stop eating, I can’t think straight, words like “the” are foreign to me and I can’t sleep. I found the eye mask. Ah…so if I wear this and don’t sleep all night at least I might be able to avoid the morning light peaking in around the curtains and sleep later in the morning??

After much thought, with little clarity, I put on the eye mask before I “harnessed” up with the CPAP, put my earplugs in, felt around and found the switch for my bed side light, turned on the CPAP, hmmmm why didn’t the little light come on, jumped out of bed, felt around for the plug…it was plugged in….omg..turn on my bedside lamp, it’s not on, omg look to the left, I can’t see the orange clock numbers, omg the electricity is off, lay back down, doze off, wake up still no clock…doze again, wake up STILL no clock, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS OVER MY EYES, why can’t I see?……oh…the eye mask….silent profanity…omg the electricity hasn’t been off.

Steroids are very bad.

Until next time…