When one is well and truly ill, things go into a new dimension whether you are dosed with prednisone or other reality-altering drugs or not. While, in my weakened state, I suspect this is ok a natural, if I really thought about it too hard for too long I think I'd scare the crap outta myself.
I know the cats have been feed and the litter box scooped. There is adequate vocal, behavioral, aromatic, and visual evidence of that. Win one for the kitties.
I myself have eaten and even managed to cook up the meat I bought before succumbing to the inevitable. Somehow by the Grace of God, I managed to remember to purchase some pre-maid protein breakfast type shakes before the worst happened. Muscle Milk doesn't taste bad although I've only had the banana and vanilla. The ingredient list tells me that this is one of the scariest substances I have ever ingested. The components of this supplemental beverage have been altered, boiled, spindled, mutiliated, and recombined to create it. The nutritional information, if true, isn't bad for the 11 oz. size.
What the heck. When you're in my condition and medication, asthma, bronchitis, GERD, and fibromyalgia have reached a perfect storm status in your life, it helps keep your bod going, so why not just do it. I suspect that a purist would be concerned about the creaminess and the congestion. It doesn't seem to be making things worse, so I'll just hang with it.
Tapering off the prednisone. I think I go to one pill tomorrow. Must check calendar.
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I'm thinking about going the purist food route although if I do I will dearly miss my Cheetos....
And almost everything else I love foodwise.
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