talking to steroids; it's what I do

Dear Prednisone,

I thought of you today, as I poured over recipes, made plans to bake. Boy, we used to have so much fun in the good old days, when I'd tuck the kids in bed and we'd crank up the tunes while I churned out dozens of cookies, batches of candy. There was ribbon and frantic laughter and pans everywhere. We were blue ribbon housewife go-getters, you and me.

I didn't mind the mess. We'd clean it up, and take a little nap before we'd catch up on our reading in the quiet, while my family slept.

We had some good times.

But now we've grown apart. It was bound to happen. Please don't be angry. The withdrawal is hard on me too. It's just time I move on with life, fit in my jeans again.

I want you to know you were a lifesaver, made my days sweeter for a time.

You go your way, I'll go mine.

Now excuse me while I make some coffee. Breaking up is hard to do.

~Lisa Milton

{Yes, I figured it out. I'm cutting out the steroids, and as predicted, I am a little tired. Zack and I muddled through Lexi's rehearsal - he spent 2 hours drawing Santa pictures - and I paid bills and filled out the census paperwork. I feel lighter today.}