Saturday at last. I'm still fighting pretty serious depression and general twitchiness, which is almost certainly from the darned steroid. It was prescribed over my objections and I only took it because I was filling in on the early morning shift and back pain was keeping me from sleeping. I couldn't take the muscle relaxant or prescription pain medication for fear of oversleeping. In hindsight, I would have done better to have toughed it out with OTC stuff and stoicism.
The shift is about eight hours ahead of my usual shift and it's difficult to adjust to -- starting or ending -- over the course of a weekend. Waking time is an hour past my usual bedtime.
Still, for a person of my age and formal education, the rate of pay is little short of fantastic. For the ability to own a house, to drive a fairly decent vehicle, to indulge my hobbies, I'll put up with some mood swings. I have had mood swings and a lousy income, and if I can't change they first, it's certainly easier with the second.
Prednisone is right out, though. Even knowing it's chemical, walking around feeling worthless and sad is as bad as back pain, and more dangerous.
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