Dr G agreed that yesterday I was flying too high ("defying gravity..." to quote Stephen Sondheim). He reduced my steroid dose from 12 mg to 8 mg daily through Sunday. I am still whirling with energy.
Even though I took Ambien at 11 PM, I woke up at 4 AM and about an hour later, after Rik got up, I still hadn't fallen back to sleep. I took some Ativan, which helped me relax again and I slept until 8:00, my more usual hour. After breakfast Bobka and I walked to the pharmacy, about 22 blocks total. I came home to a visit with D, who chatted while I baked Smitten Kitchen's delicious bittersweet chocolate pear cake, substituting apples this time and adding Theo's chocolate nibs as well as chocolate pieces. Last time I overbeat the eggs and burned the brown butter a bit, plus I used a larger-than-called-for cake pan. This time the butter and eggs were perfect, but I subbed a smaller pan and part of the batter overflowed onto the oven floor. So I had to turn the clean cycle on to burn off the burned chocolate and fruit. I nibbled on the cake edges with my other visitor S, and we agreed the cake is delicious.
I've done two loads of laundry with a third on the way. The dishwasher is full and working. A pot of ginger tisane is simmering on the stove top. I made the bed. I did a little business, and scheduled the recheck on my eyebrow tattoos. (They have softened and look terrific!)
And it's only 2:15 PM. I will try to lay down on the sofa but I doubt I'll be able to relax. Perhaps my book calls....
This is what life is like for me on steroids.