December 30, 2005

2:03 p.m.

Davy Jones's Locker

Down, down! I'm a little under the ocean today. Rose put me on a bit of steroid therapy for three days in hopes that I can sing effectively tomorrow night. That doesn't bother me, as a rule. But last night I had an episode of my periodic acid stomach mystery, and it's still with me. So by now I'm not sure how much of what I feel is hunger and how much is simple pain. It hurts so much at times that my back also aches. And of course nothing seems to help beyond crouching, foetal-like but upright, with my shoulders on the bed and my butt up in the air. If only one could turn off gravity.

Fortunately Prednisone makes me slightly cheery, which is counteracting some of the misery. My lungs seem to be better.

Meanwhile Red sent me some chinese herbs that are supposed to kill anything vile, and I don't know if I should take them while my stomach is off balance. So instead I'll make some calming tea (work, blast it! work!) and knit for a while.

Blub.