I've been put on a course of prednisolone. And all I can think about is the last time I was on it (albeit a much higher dose for a much longer period of time) my face puffed up and I looked like some sort of hamster with a big fat potato stuffed in each cheek. I looked through the instructions of the pred as I've never had the chance to before (as last time I was on pred was when I was 11/12 years old) and even though the side effects section includes quite an impressive list (including 'hairiness'. And I'm not lying about that either. I saw it in black and white print) I still focused on the one that said 'puffiness of the face'.
This dose of prednisolone is 20mg (four 5mg tablets) once a day for two weeks, then down to 15mg a day for two weeks, then 10 mg for "thereafter" which is the doctor's code for 'God knows how long.' I knew that he'd suggest pred. I was actually thinking of it days before the appointment today, and I specifically said to him, once he had suggested it, that I will take it as long as I don't get "all puffy faced again". Yeah I think that's the exact phrase I used too. He (and my Dad) said that this shouldn't happen as last time I was on a pretty hefty dose, for months. And I know it was months as I was given soluble tablets, which tasted like... well like every other medication. They always seem to have a specific taste, aptly defined as 'absolutely disgusting'.
The main reasons of being put on the dreaded steriod medication is because I still seem to have pleurisy. The odd bubbling/trapped air feeling in my right side intrigued my Doc and it'll hopefully kick the arse of the stuff and get me back to the health I should have been two IV courses and one course of oral Cipro ago. I'm not sure what my PFTs were, I think they dropped slightly, but I've forgotten the numbers. However, I do know I lost weight. It's been a while since I got a letter summarising the latest appointment, with all my numbers and such (a copy of the letter which is sent to my GP regarding each clinic appointment, even though the guy has never met me) so the most recent one is from about two appointments ago, because in between that time, the chest clinic (and various other parts of the hospital, including all the other outpatient clinics) have moved to the new and improved building which is now finished. And it took bloody enough time too. At least two years, although probably much longer, as I'm rubbish on remembering and time-lines.
The dietitian caught me before we left, and gave the the task of gaining 1kg in the two weeks before my next appointment (mainly to check what pred is doing, and if its even working). I complied with this quite fast - despite the fact that I'm rarely hungry and have a ridiculously small appetite, after the appointment we went into Morrisons to get some pizza for tea, and I also got a snack sized 'two slices of ready buttered soreen' (Don't ask me what it is, I have no idea how to explain it) and some blueberry muffins, one which I fast demolished in the car. Well, fast for me. In the time of a 'normal' person, it must have been much longer.
And finally... today was my last day of QEHS. We went mad with cameras and laughed too much and watched the video made by some people in the student body, of pictures they chose after setting up a Facebook page for the yearbook (which I'm still vague on, apparently we'll be getting one at the year 13 ball, but I'm against it if we have to pay for them after shelling out £25 for the ticket to the ball). They put the pictures into a video/slideshow, and hopefully everyone was included in it. Although I think I saw one or two sour faces after it ended, the kind that said 'Oi! Why wasn't I included?!'. It was the exact look I had after we'd seen the year 11 video two years ago, with clips of everyone in the year. Due to piss-poor planning and the fact that idiots were in charge of filming random clips of people, I wasn't included in it. And my class was in charge of making the damn thing. Anyway.... we refrained from bawling like babies cause most of us are going to see each other at the ball at the end of June, and then hopefully not too many will be going to far-away Universities. Just near enough to be able to meet up now and again. Because I can't say goodbye to friends who have never chucked me away despite the fact that not everyone can deal with having a friend who is ill. So I love them to bits, and I'll see them soon.