Steroids are horrible drugs.

[snarp]

I'm jittery, hyper, sweating, and obsessed with how everything smells. Every odor is an assault that leaves me reeling today, like that Andre Norton book about the perfumist girl who's oppressed by her boss's hygiene. (Not Norton's best - as someone who genuinely is seriously preoccupied with perfume, I didn't really buy the way the heroine related to it - but it's solid enough.) I've got incense burning in two rooms and I keep going through my perfumes and teas. If there were a car here and I were allowed to drive, I might have taken off for the greenhouse to stick my head in the rose bushes.

My cat seems to be aware of situation; she keeps rubbing against me. She's previously been voted the worst-smelling cat in the world, this cat. She did a lot of campaigning, she studied the issues - really earned it.

Unrelatedly, we just bought some pill pockets to try and get her old-cat stuff into her without using a pill gun. And they're working really well. She loves them, and they're really easy to fold around the medicine and seal up - sort of cat-food play-dough. I totally recommend this strategy for cats who aren't paranoid about accepting treats. (The other cat, a deeply traumatized young man who's allergic to his own fur, has to be wrapped in a towel like a burrito and pilled by hand.) It's so much easier than fooling with the pill gun.

So, so, hyper, but too dizzy to move. I hate these pills.

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[branchandroot]

Oh ack, do they have you on DHEA or similar? That stuff kicks like a mule.

[snarp]

It's something that starts with a "d," yes - it's horrible and bitter and I just put the bottle away, so I refuse to go look at it again. I was supposed to be able to cut down to once a day starting today, but the site of the incision's gotten a little swollen, and I think I'd better give it another day to settle down. It seems inappropriate that a drug intended to calm swelling should make your brain feel like an episode of Gankutsuou.

[branchandroot]

Ah, cortisone steroids. *wry* Yeah, thing is, those work by swamping your system in so much alarm/emergency/flight/ahhhh! signal that your body just gives up and stops signaling at all. So your immune system says "intruders? what intruders? no one told me about any intruders" and stops swelling. It's kind of counter-intuitive.