My topic today is the failure to communicate, or how your body sends you mixed signals. I had a pretty good night last night. Made the Kicks rehearsal and acquitted myself in so-so fashion. Still lacking range and flexibility, but within that am making the changes. Came home wired as usual and read myself to sleep. The steroids had me up whizzing a couple times, but sleep came easily each time after and I got a full night in. Felt hungry for breakfast, some Cream of Wheat, prunes, and then Jan offered to make some French toast with the good, Grand Marnier recipe (you will all want that one). So I did a couple pieces of that with organic butter and organic maple syrup. Backing it all was some Peppermint tea, which made me a little high last week, but not overly so. I took my first three of five prednisones right after finishing this repast. Within 20 minutes I was shaky high, and had raging heartburn. For the latter I popped a couple Rolaids. Instantly, I was nauseous. I quickly popped an anti-emitic and walked it off. Lesson learned: do what the books say--small portions during tx weeks. Lesson learned: the mixed signals when eating--the hangover-like ones are trying to tell you something. Something like, "We can tolerate some of this, but not too much. And wouldn't it have been better to have stopped this before the French toast? We did that yesterday with great success."
Anyway, all is well now: lunch was a toasted slice of organic whole wheat bread with some almond butter on it, and a half banana. You know: just like what normal people eat...
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