I was happy to have most of yesterday crash-free. It was Brooke's last day here, and we enjoyed it, even if we did relax most of the day. By 7:30 or so, though, I felt it coming. By 8, I was nodding off in the chair and Kevin nudged me to go to bed. The crash should have hit late Sunday morning, but I think my Saturday nap pushed my last steroid dose late enough to delay it.
I would have thought that a good thing, since it allowed me most of Sunday to enjoy my company. The bad part was that it caused the crash to continue into a work day, as well as to allow it to overlap my severe bone pain day. Yup. Today sucked.
I made it six hours before heading home. I had a pain pill and a nap for lunch, and haven't done much since. I am thankful that the bone pain is typically limited to 24-36 hours, so before tomorrow is over, I should be feeling better. I also believe that the crash symptoms should be mostly gone by morning. If the steroid-induced emotional crap goes away with it, it will be a good Tuesday indeed.