...Mono...
I know I need the medication. And I do take it. But what are steroids really good for, anyway?
They keep me from sleeping all the time, and help my swollen tonsils stay a relatively normal size so I can swallow, but they also keep me from getting any real naptime even when I'm tired. (Apparently, they also make my boobs bigger... but what good is that when I can't get close enough to anyone to make it worth it? "Would you like some of my infection??" How attractive.)
The medicine does make me feel like working out. I should take this renewed energy- energy I haven't felt since the beginning of fall term- to actually go to the gym, work out, take a dance class, do some sit-ups, something physical. But that might jar my spleen and I could DIE, so I am, under no circumstances, to engage in any activity that involves jumping or jarring or running. "People have ruptured their spleens going to the bathroom," said Dr. #2. Ohhh.kay. I'll try not to do that either then. Maybe I just won't eat.
But oh-ho-no. I feel like eating everything the dining hall has to offer, and that has never ever happened before. I try to restrain myself and eat healthy, balanced meals (the Food Pyramid kind). Still, I feel guilty when I know it's the meds saying "eat the Dutch Apple Pie!!" because I have no good way to work it off ... besides staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding and unable to rest despite dead-tiredness, until I pass out from boredom.
oh dear.
They keep me from sleeping all the time, and help my swollen tonsils stay a relatively normal size so I can swallow, but they also keep me from getting any real naptime even when I'm tired. (Apparently, they also make my boobs bigger... but what good is that when I can't get close enough to anyone to make it worth it? "Would you like some of my infection??" How attractive.)
The medicine does make me feel like working out. I should take this renewed energy- energy I haven't felt since the beginning of fall term- to actually go to the gym, work out, take a dance class, do some sit-ups, something physical. But that might jar my spleen and I could DIE, so I am, under no circumstances, to engage in any activity that involves jumping or jarring or running. "People have ruptured their spleens going to the bathroom," said Dr. #2. Ohhh.kay. I'll try not to do that either then. Maybe I just won't eat.
But oh-ho-no. I feel like eating everything the dining hall has to offer, and that has never ever happened before. I try to restrain myself and eat healthy, balanced meals (the Food Pyramid kind). Still, I feel guilty when I know it's the meds saying "eat the Dutch Apple Pie!!" because I have no good way to work it off ... besides staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding and unable to rest despite dead-tiredness, until I pass out from boredom.
oh dear.