A relapse from relapsing?

So after my three day steroid infusion (that really sounds like a drink!) right before Thanksgiving, I swore I would NEVER DO THAT AGAIN! The steroid infusion, not Thanksgiving. I felt so awful, so miserable, so ill, so sick (see where I'm going with this?) that it really didn't seem that it could be worth it. To top it all off, I didn't notice any change in my symptoms. At first.

Veeeerrryyy gradually, in fact so gradually that a moving glacier might have outpaced us, I started noticing some of my symptoms receding. It's now been about two months, the amount of time they did say some people take for the steroid to take effect, and other than the fatigue and the memory stuff, I am doing significantly better. I am no longer limpy and trippy, and I have most of my mornings back. I am able to get a few things done most days, which for me is a huge comfort.

I still feel wiped out most afternoons, and I still take a three or four hour nap almost every day. I still struggle to get anything done in the evenings, but even that doesn't seem as dire as it did before. I also started some other meds and increased dosages on others (actually my doctors did, just to clarify so you don't get the wrong idea...). So now I don't have to race to the bathroom every fifteen minutes and thirty-two seconds. Hurray!

I guess the lesson I've learned here is that like every other time in my life, I am a slow learner. Ha ha ha. No that's not what I learned. Well actually, maybe I did learn that too. No, I think I can say I learned about trust - my doctors DO know what they're talking about when they say try this, it'll probably work, God when he tells me that things will not stay the way they are when times are tough, friends who let me lean on them when I can't take care of myself or my kids or my house, and myself when I need to take time to let myself rest and put everything else to the side for a while. Trust is a hard thing to do, but if a slow learner like me can do it...

Mizz Poopy hands

So I laid Tater Tot down for her nap today, already well past the normal time, and she had an absolute hissy fit. "I don't NEED a nap! I don't WANT a NAP!!!" All this just confirmed that while she indeed may not want a nap, she definitely needed a nap. So down for a nap she went.

All was quiet for about forty minutes, until I suddenly heard her furious shriek of "MOMMY!!! COME NOW!" which I did my best to ignore. After this went on for some minutes, increasing in fury and volume, I finally decided to check it out.

I opened the door to see her standing in the middle of her room, hands waving in the air, quivering with rage and indignation. "There's poop on my hands!" she growled at me. Sure enough. Those waving hands were both completely covered in poo. She looked like she'd been having one of those mud masks at the spa, except this didn't smell like rosemary and mint...

Further inspection revealed that not only hands, but dresser, bookshelf, door knob, pillowcase, etch-a-sketch, and floor had also had dookey um, bestowed upon them. What a fun way to spend an afternoon for mommy!

Princess Tater did get to have a spa treatment out of the deal. She had a bath, had her nails scrubbed, clipped and buffed, her hair done, and got a body polish out of the deal. Plus her room got a mini makeover! Fun! This better not start a trend...