The Continuing Adventures Of Tess

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another near week stint being hooked up to IV`s and tethered to a hospital bed. they think im finally on the mend for realZ this time.. but only time trial and error will really make that determination. theyve got me on steroids now.. and they seem to be doing what theyre sposed to. tapering me off by 5mg every week that ticks down for the next 8 weeks.. and every time i drop one of the pills.. i worry and wonder if imma wind up back sick again. but so far.. so good. steroids.. wonderful eeeevil little drug. i was told they might make my heart flutter a bit, make me a little jittery like ive had too much coffee er summat. was the only side affect that was really detailed to me.. and it didnt occur so i thought i was homefree. feh think again. lets take a woman whose inherant nature is rather.. how ya say.. agressive. im not a lay in the bathtub with lavendar oils and herbal teas to relaX sorta girl. i crank up some limp biZkit to rattle the windows and work the stress and tension off in violent wicked ways. or used to before i became an invalid.. and ive been rather pent up after a two year length of sickness and unable to really do a damned thing. and lets pump her full of drugs that induce more aggression, erratic behavior, and take away any controlled brain filters on that vile little mouth of hers and physical impulses and NOT inform her it might occur. it reaks of a recipe for major disaster.. i honestly thought the stress of everything had finally made me slip a gear. thats it.. tick tock tick tock CraZy`s CoMin!! lock me up in a soft little room in one of them fashionable blaZers with the shiny buckles and arms that tie round the back forcing you into a permanent state of self loving hugs. think they come in hot pink? maybe kiwi... i went completely insane. i couldnt understand why the nurses aid that looked at me oddly logically deserved the utmost brunt of wrath. it took all i had in me to not literally wrap my fingers around her throat and kill her. i spiraled downwards.. until my GI guy showed up and dragged me out of my room and down the hallway before i put my fists through the mirror and went through the plateglass window informing me that if i couldnt get a grip.. hed hafta strap me down. Sterling.. yes his name is actually Sterling.. and it suits him perfectly. a stellar individual worth his weight in platinum and a true Godsend in my life. he got me under control.. and explained i werent nuts.. i was experiencing the finer reactions of the medicine that was making me well. and immediately cut my dose in half to save the lives of the others around me .