There comes a point in any sick girl’s day where she’s entirely sick (ha ha) of a) taking medicine and b) having tests. This point comes very soon after a burly woman of Eastern European descent pokes, pulls and prods her, leaving bruises all over her chest, during an echo cardiogram (which is an ultrasound people, an ultrasound—there’s no need for bruises, no need!).
Entirely tired of bringing along a book to read in waiting rooms while waiting for a doctor. Entirely tired of seeing a puffy, pimply face. Entirely tired of being so bloody tired. Entirely tired of watching daytime television, even for a moment (with the exception of Ellen dancing, that’s always fun).
Ah, but the end is in sight. The great prednisone countdown of 2005 has begun. As of tomorrow I’ve only got two weeks left on the evil drug. Whee-hoo! Now that deserves a bit of ass shaking and some high kicks!