Pesky Prednisone

Chamomile tea warming by my bedside while a massaged glob of lavender-infused lotion disappears into my hands. Meditation music at the mere touch of a button ready to lull me into deep and restful slumber.

Insert diabolical laughter here.

Too bad the steroids, I am currently taking to combat the nasty Rheumatoid arthritis side effects of Keytruda, are working against my desired result.

That pesky Prednisone primed to keep me upright and awake into the morning's early hours is my new norm.

Aside from the above, I've tried the old standards like reading in bed, wearing an eye mask and counting sheep. The latter proved really bad idea. Prednisone also sends my appetite soaring. Visions of fluffy ovis quickly transformed into succulent grilled lamb chops before they cleared the fence.

I have no need to complain. Despite retaining constant under eye bags, steroids have failed to give me an over abundance facial hair or muscles.

As to the loss of sleep - hey, if a drug or therapy keeps me from the eternal sleep a bit longer - I'm grateful.

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