I am awake due to painsomnia, so you get this treat:
Oh prednisone, I had such hopes for you. I was flattering and appreciative, believing we could build a positive working relationship. You were far from perfect, but I understood that everyone has their flaws. What’s a little insomnia when your joints actually work? But now…painful breasts, GI-baby bump, hot flashes, the appetite of a 200lb man. As soon as Tuesday rolls around, consider yourself dumped!
Tuesday is when I see my rheumatologist again, that paragon of autoimmune intelligence, and hopefully she'll have some better treatment options Prednisone isn't the worst boyfriend ever, but it is high on the list. If I'm incredibly lucky, she may actually have a diagnosis!