I'm sick, too.

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Blearg. I'm in much the same state as Chris, but the doctor eschewed antibiotics, and put me on a big ol' 10mg dose of Prednisone.

That's right, Prednisone. I've got the laundry list of side effects, too, and it's kind of interesting.

1) My face is puffy. I now know what I'll look like 25-30 pounds hence.

2) I've got an appetite like a madman. See 1), above.

3) I'm hopped up beyond belief. I've been on this cleaning binge. I don't clean.

4) Sleep? What's that?

5) For those of you who are faint of heart, stop reading right now, and skip to 6).

I said right now.

Every morning I'm waking up and blasting about a pound of thick, ugly snot out of my nose. It's like mud. I've had a lot of respiratory problems and sinusitis for years and years and years, and it's never been anything like this. I guess it's a good thing to get it out, right?

6) I'm hot. Now I'm cold. Now I'm sweating.

But I feel much, much better. Really. Apparently, this is how a very highly-motivated Jake would act.

That's scary to me. I used to be highly-motivated. Now that I've been reminded of what that's like, it's time to kick it into high gear again.

Even when the Prednisone prescription runs out.