the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
I know the picture conveys a broad, general sense of unamusement, but I thought it was really adorable and wanted to use it somewhere (Bub has perhaps the most charismatic face in the history of charismatic faces, and he inherited all of my facial expressions which makes this even more hilarious). Bub really is my child.
This screenshot was originally gotten on Wednesday. The fact that we went over 20,000 still depresses me.
So Bub accidentally bit me during a meltdown…
…and since I was on 40mg prednisone at the time, it turned into severe cellulitis.
He also caused injury to the site that he bit me at, hence the cellulitis.
The story of my life seems to be “no dose of prednisone is low enough to stop all of these side effects,” even though my spirometry clearly needed it. I had to get a tetanus shot at urgent care due to it and was placed on antibiotics (clindamycin, to be exact). Fortunately my stomach can tolerate it, which wasn’t the case for the Omnicef that I was put on for that Staph infection, but it does seem to be making me a little bit tired…
That is preferable though. I’ll learn to deal with it. I don’t like being tired, though. But I hate nausea.
Also, if you don’t already know, the Supernatural fandom is still very alive and well after the show’s end.