My back started to hurt last week. I just thought it had to do with the fact that I checked out a crap load of books from the library. But over the weekend, while at work, my back began to hurt even more. It has gotten to the point in the last couple of days where I’m basically lying down in bed, trying to find a comfy position, and not doing really much of anything else for hours… like last night. It’s really starting to be unbearable, though I slept a little better last night… but that was probably because of my half glass of wine, haha.
I’ve also been REALLY hungry lately. We’re not talking about the run-of-the-mill I-haven’t-been-eating-enough thing. Oh no. I’m getting hungry sometime between 2-3 hours after I eat – even if I eat a ton.
I’m starting to wonder if these have anything to do with the tapering of the prednisone. Today was actually my last day taking it. I really felt so much better taking 5mg every morning. As soon as I dropped the dose, swelling came back… and that’s when my back started hurting. Hmm.
I’m not excited to see the full amount of swelling come back over the weekend. I just hope things stay mild, but I doubt I’ll be that lucky. Blech.
Oh, and I’ve been having weird dreams for a while now pretty much nightly where I wake up in the hospital – without knowing what happened, of course – and the people closest to me are all there and super worried. No one ever says what happened. All I can hear is the beeping of the medical equipment, and my vision of everyone is really soft. It’s almost like waking up to my alarm clock and that noise being so deafening that it drowns out all others… and being so tired still that everything is blurry. I just kind of fall back asleep and that’s the end of the dream.
Is this me dying? Or my subconscious trying to handle how worried everyone gets about me, and my illness? It’s just too cryptic to know.