So

I had a bit of a scare tonight. It came time to take my birth control pill at the regular time of 10pm and when I got my packet out to take it, the Friday one was missing. I didn't quite know what to do and was worried but took the Saturday one and had a full backup plan. [I was quite hype.] I thought fat chance at finding my lost pill but I'll give a looksy around when I get home. I get home hours later and lo and behold my little tiny pink pill sitting on the living room floor right near the couch. Amazing. All is well.

Oh, and stating the obvious but hey the hospital docs know their shit. Day three on my 5-day medication of prednisone and my legs are beautiful once again. Well, they're on their way, about 75% better. Hooray! And the past two and a half weeks of hell show just how much of a bad idea it is to climb a stone wall with tons of unsightly poison ivy at about 2:30 in the am. Blahhlaa. Someone wrote in my honesty box yesterday that I need to stop treating people like little kids? Oh? Sorry? Don't careeeee.

Almost two whole weeks on this diet. Jeesh am I looking any thinner? Dumb fat genes. Whatever I feel nicer and healthier. That's all that matters, right?

Bike flea market tomorrow! Yay!