Two days ago, I extolled the virtues of cortisone. Two sleepless nights and 50,000 belabored breaths later, I’m not so sure.
OK, this is the Cleveland Clinic, people; one of the top hospitals in the world. Don’t you think their radiology staff would warn patients of side effects of injected steroids? I mean, in their defense, they did say, “You might feel [thus and so] afterwards,” but at no time did anyone warn me, “Now your face may go all Red Lobster, and you might get jittery and irritable, and you may not be able to breathe very well in a couple of days.” Nope, that I found out on my own. Great timing too, eh? Oy.
*shaking fist at heavens*
Maybe I was expecting miracles, I dunno. But honestly, is it too much to ask to get rid of one pain without inviting three different ones in other places? Sheeps.
Upside? Tomorrow’s the day.