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Progress, of sorts

Well, I have to tell you - as much as the idea of prednisone gave me the willies, I'm enjoying the shot of energy.

Last night was a little frantic.  Yesterday I started making all the autumn related phone calls.  I called the chimney sweep and scheduled to have the boiler flue and the dryer vent swept.  I was going to call the oil company to have the boiler tuned and cleaned, but without the paperwork I didn't have their number or know when the last service was beyond "last year."  I also picked out and called a septic company to come pump the tank for the first time since we bought the house.  I can't recall if I mentioned, but when we were working to get the lawn started I also took the time to locate as many of the septic structures as we could (although I declined to dig for the distribution box - I figure that's deeper than I want to sink an exploratory hole.)

The nice lady at the septic company said "how about Thursday?", and with reservations I said "sure."

So last night I picked up Charlotte, stopped at the grocery store for something for dinner, and headed home to dig a hole.

First, I started digging at the wrong rock edging the garden.  When I didn't hit any structure I had Bob break out the long tape and measure, and I moved three rocks to the left and smacked into concrete pretty quickly.  Then it was just a matter of digging it out.  Problem was, I couldn't find the lid, and I had no enthusiasm for digging out the entire top of the tank.  So I just kept digging and clearing dirt off of the concrete until eventually I hit metal - it was the lift ring.  Hurray.  But I couldn't find the edges.  I kept making the hole wider, figuring that when I found one edge, I could follow it around.  I ended up moving more of the garden edging, and had to cut the hydrangea way back because it was flopped all over where I needed to stand and dig.  Finally I gave up.  It was getting dark, and I still needed to start dinner.  I figured that having found the lift ring I was in the right place, it was just a matter of finding the rest.  We had dinner, got Charlotte to bed, watched some television, and I started Googling septic tank lids to answer "how big could this thing BE?"  My hole was about three feet in diameter, so I was a little nervous at that point.  Finally at Bob's suggestion we went out with a flashlight and a broom.  SInce the concrete had dried in the intervening time, once he swept it a little you could see the circular line of the lid - at least the third to a half that I had exposed.  We're going to have to dig further into the garden to get the rest.  When we refill it, I'm going to adjust that garden edge to be completely clear of the tank lid - one of the reasons why I haven't planted anything in there yet.

Here's where the prednisone comes in.  I normally go to bed by 10:00pm, and I'm pretty done by that point these days.  It was 11:00.  I had gone to the store, cooked dinner, dug a big hole, gotten very little sleep the night before, and I'm thinking "I could grab a shovel and finish that up."  Now, thinking that is very, very much me.  But feeling like I could actually DO it was definitely the drugs talking.  Instead I went inside and cataloged some more of the library.

In hindsight it's a shame, as the septic folks just called and asked if they could come today instead of tomorrow.  Oh well.

After a bit, I *made* myself grab a shower and go to bed.  I didn't have any trouble getting to sleep, although the codeine may have helped with that.  But... damn.  It was nice to have energy.

This morning I'm much less allergy-ridden, and a day with less mucus is a good day.  I'm still wheezing, and still having coughing fits, but I think they've been slightly less severe.

So tonight we finish digging the hole, and cut open the garage door (we sealed it for Hurricane Irene.)  I'm going to see what else I can get done to take advantage of this flush of unnatural energy.  And I'll get a picture of the hole.  Just 'cause.

I'm thinking of putting a little round paver pad right over the lid - maybe put a sundial on it.  That would be easier than trying to remember which rock to dig next to.

Comments

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galingale
Sep. 21st, 2011 05:19 pm (UTC)
I don't think it's a shame at all -- you shoveled enough to know exactly where the lid is, and they will probably have tons of testosterone to fuel their dirty job.

How about a birdbath? A sundial seems like a head-scratcher with all your trees. Or a little liftable playhouse for Charlotte?
kls_eloise
Sep. 21st, 2011 07:28 pm (UTC)
Got a birdbath - out front where the birdfeeders are (at least when it isn't bear season.) Any playhouse that would be small enough to work in that space isn't big enough for her. And I want a sundial - even if it's decorative as opposed to functional.
galingale
Sep. 22nd, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
And I want a sundial

AH! Totally different matter then! I say go for it!
golden_meliades
Sep. 21st, 2011 06:01 pm (UTC)
It's so strange how everyone reports all these great effects from Prednisone. I took a MASSIVE dose of it for three days and it did NOTHING. Not so much as a tummy ache or an extra boost of energy. (My dose was so big that people gasped when I told them what it was, lol.) Everyone else seems to have great things happen, though. It didn't even seem to do what was supposed to (make my attack shorter and/or less severe.)

Glad it's doing something good for you, though. If it's any consolation, I didn't catch anything from being on it. (Though I guess that doesn't mean anything, since I basically CAN'T catch anything, though you'd think if it suppressed the immune system...)
kls_eloise
Sep. 21st, 2011 07:35 pm (UTC)
It was odd. It's not so much that I had tons of energy, it's just that I felt like my usual self at a time when intellectually I realized that I should have been falling over tired.

I don't know what constitutes a massive dose. I'm on 60mg for two days, then tapering off - 50 for 3 days, 40 for 4 days, 30 for 3 days, etc. As much as I liked not be exhausted last night, really I just want to be able to breathe again. I'm hopeful.
golden_meliades
Sep. 21st, 2011 08:02 pm (UTC)
I was on 1250 mg. Each pill was the same size as an extra-strength Tylenol, and I had to take 25 of them every morning. They're EXTREMELY bitter, and uncoated, arg.

I hope you can breathe freely asap.
kls_eloise
Sep. 23rd, 2011 03:47 pm (UTC)
Holy moly - that IS a lot.

You're entirely right about bitter and uncoated. And there is absolutely no way to get them off your tongue fast enough to avoid that taste. Nasty, nasty, nasty.
isabeau_lark
Sep. 21st, 2011 08:29 pm (UTC)

Oh to have any type of energy burst. Not going to Pennsic made it so there was no summer vacation and I leave the house@ 8:30am and return some time after 10...on a good day. I'm lucky if I make breakfast on Saturday by 10am.

I need to be able to drop a job soon before I drop!

I'm glad it's helping and totally envious of what you're accomplishing.

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