It ain't over. The prednisone is... it's all gone, and I will never, ever, as long as I live, put another grain of prednisone in my mouth, for any reason. I'll suffocate, I'll starve, I'll die, before I'll take any more prednisone. But it ain't over. First, I still have the sore throat. And now I also have the problem of getting something stopped that started exactly one week ago. Or at least slowed down a bit. The drugs I was given Wednesday to slow things down haven't had any effect whatsoever. None. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
At some point, I probably should just stop taking drugs, period. The empirical evidence seems to support a theory that medical science is nothing more than pure voodoo and witchcraft, at least when it comes to my health, metabolism, etc. I won't knock it for those who it helps. But it sure ain't me.
Nope, it's not over.
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