Going back to bed would have been a good idea yesterday. Blogging about it didn't make the problem go away and as I struggled to get ready for work, it was harder and harder to do routine tasks. I finally called in sick-but-hoping-to-improve, slogged through the rest of my morning routine as slow as tar in January (and nearly as brittle), and decided to brave the roads a little after noon.
It wasn't fun. Everything was moving too fast and too near. The intentions of other drivers were difficult to read. The light was too bright-- Made it in, stuck to small, simple tasks and by four o'clock, I wasn't having to grab corners and doorways to keep from running into them. Things got a little better and the drive home was only slightly worse than usual.
Prednisone was already on my allergies list because of how it affects me. The doctor made a strong case for it this time and I went along. That was a mistake
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
2 months ago