OMgosh - first of all, giving up is
never an option. I don't allow it; not on my watch. Second, there is no choice
but to keep going. It's been done before many times.
Actually, I rationalized the Prednisone/first line therapy theory as I was writing it. I get it now too (and hope I'm right - just an educated guess that made sense).
Okay, a few work stories:
I had been on 60 mg's for a few weeks and was really wired by then. My job was stressful with paperwork deadlines and I was an emotional wreck from going too fast and feeling the pressure. My mouth would not keep up with my brain and during a telephone conversation, I kept calling some woman "Spacey" instead of "Stacey". I did it about six times, and my co-worker decided to hold up a sign that had her name right. Every time I had to say the name, I looked at that sign and it worked. I felt like a complete idiot! Luckily, my co-worker was a very good friend who had some sort of radar when it came to me. She still does, even though I don't work there any more. She literally reads my mind. Loss of communication skills!
I depended on her so much (she sat near me) that I wanted her there all the time. Didn't want to share. One day my boss asked her to go into his office so she could go over a file with him. I did
not want to hear that and in my Prednisone anger and frustration, I stood up, slammed my hands on my desk and yelled to my boss, "She's busy"! I can still see the startled look on both of their faces. :huh: Luckily, they both
sort of understood what I was going through so they gave me a 'get real' look, pooh-poohed me and went into his office. We all laughed the next day. Insubordination!
Another day I got a letter from a tax collector with tax amounts on it that I needed for a property closing. The tax amount written was way too high based on the assessed value and I got instantly angry and bashed the woman verbally to my co-worker. I didn't stop. I finally threw the paper over to her and made her look at it. She calmly picked it up, smiled and with a pencil, placed a small decimal point where it should have been. She gave it back to me and said, "Is that better?" I took it and could only say, "Uh, yeah". Loss of logic and intelligence!
One last story. At lunchtime one day, another co-worker was complaining about her cable bill. She went on and on for what
felt like half an hour. I suddenly couldn't stand listening to her for one more second; she may as well have been hitting gongs on the sides of my head. I lost it and loudly told her to shut up about that stupid cable bill, I was sick of hearing about it and didn't want to hear one. more. word! I got a look :dry: from both girls and she stopped. These girls were/are my very good friends and we all laughed later. We'd been there at that office for each other for 17 years and have been through thick and thin together. I was forgiven. Loss of social skills!
Well, I hope all of this helped. I have more 'at home' stories, but I think you get it. Prednisone does not = rational behavior.