The nice thing about L.A. is the days are BEAUTIFUL. If I can actually get my butt outside, I can usually feel better, no matter what kind of day I am having.
Most days are good. Honestly. My joints barely hurt, no dull ache in my back, mood is okay.
Other days, like the week after we dropped my Prednisone dosage (last week) are hard. Mood swings, rage, shaking from blood sugar issues, joint pain. Withdrawal. Because Prednisone is a corticosteroid, when I went on a 50 mg. dose, my endocrine glands could take a vacation from making cortisone, so when the dose dropped, my endocrine grands were slow on the uptake, and then probably overcompensated...vicious cycle. Hopefully I won't experience this with every drop. We ended up adding a few milligrams back.
Other days, my introvert can't take it. It just takes a little too much work to get out of bed, get ready, and cook around other people, around other people's stuff, and also to have to converse with other people. Sure, it's my inlaws, and they are wonderful. But usually I don't talk to people until I have eaten and vegged for a little while, unless I am very intimately related to them, and then it is dubious. And it's still small talk, and small talk is work. Usually more work than the rewards that it reaps. I leave the room feeling tired. And being alone in someone else's home, in a town that is not my home town where my friends are, 95% of all communication falls under the category of work.
What I love about marriage is it is never small talk. Even small talk isn't small talk. It is relevant in some way, shape, or form. It's something that we share in. All day today, I just didn't want to talk to anybody, and then the phone rang and it was Jeff (okay....I "summoned" him over Facebook) and life became easier again. Talking, listening became easy.
I'm really glad that he found me, because I would probably be an extreme hermit without him.