When I went to the doctor on Monday to see about my rash o’ death, he prescribed a four day treatment of oral prednisone, which is a steroid.
It didn’t occur to me at the time that I was heading into full blown PMS at any moment.
I’m literally experiencing PMS on steroids.
And it’s not pretty, my friends.
In fact, a few moments ago, I killed an entire plate of chocolate chip cookies all by myself.
They never saw it coming.
Anyway, things can only get better because at noon today I’m picking up Annie, Sophie and Amy Beth from the airport and we’re heading straight for some of the finest Mexican food San Antonio has to offer.
And even later, I’ll attack another plate of chocolate chip cookies.
I can’t help myself.
It’s the hormones.
And the steroids.
Oh, and the chocolate.