Would it actually kill me? I don’t know. Would I almost be willing to risk it? Maybe.
The steroids seem to have me stabilized again. This time, the docs have already transitioned me off the IV version and onto my old friend prednisone. There will be no more assuming that I can transition to that and real food simultaneously.
Thursday is the earliest I can be released. That gives them one day to fully observe me on real food. Everything I eat is watched, from when it goes in to how it comes out. The poor nurses.
That leads me back to pizza. I wasn’t allowed to eat anything until this afternoon, and I was ready to gnaw on my sheets. Finally, I’m back on clear liquids. Maybe tomorrow, soft, bland food. Oh, the possibilities. When I get out, it will be more soft, low fiber food for a week. And lots of steroids obviously.
In the meantime, I’m trying to keep entertained, and waiting to have my IV diet (for electrolytes) removed so I can circle the ward for exercise without making such a racket. It’s an exciting but, for the moment, mostly pain free life. Beats needing to be carried out of the house by paramedics any day.