The Prednisone Experience

Our little wonder pill - wonder what he will say today!

Our little wonder pill – wonder what he will say today!

Since October 24 my husband has been taking prednisone to assist with clearing up his lungs and getting him back on track.  His initial dosage was 60 mg (12 tablets) with the dosage reducing by 2 tablets every 5 days until he was weaned off the drug.  When he was prescribed the prednisone friends of ours called it a wonder drug and that it would likely make a significant improvement in his breathing.  However, these same friends, who have had first hand experience with this medication for over 20 years, stated there are a few side effects to watch for.  I usually do research on the drugs my husband is prescribed but asked what else I should know since I had the benefit of an actual user advising me.

This is one of the consequences that our friends had warned about and probably is the most problematic for me.  My husband has never been at a loss for words, especially if he doesn’t agree with something or thinks that it could be done a better way.  He has always had an intolerance for stupidity.  One of the lines I have heard over and over throughout our marriage is ‘stupidity is more prevalent than carbon’ (loosely based on a Frank Zappa quote).  Since taking the prednisone it appears to have lowered his filters.  Doesn’t matter If feelings get hurt, he says what he wants to – regardless of who it is to, however, it is usually me.  It’s not that he doesn’t care, it appears to be that he can’t stop himself.  Afterwards he will say that he didn’t know why he said it but it just came out. It doesn’t happen all the time, but it seems to happen at the worst of times.

Right now I am stretched between my husband and my sister-in-law and there’s not a lot left.   If I am tired or preoccupied I may drop things (actually I’ve always dropped things!), might not find the right word when explaining things, may not jump right on specific requests; I am just generally processing slower. This new “directness,” when it presents, really challenges my restraint, and there is not a darn thing that anyone can do about it – me or him or anyone else.  He is sorry as soon as he has said something, truly regretful and I know it, and I know he wouldn’t hurt me deliberately for the world.  This is just a new twist at a time when we don’t need it.  So we balance the good prednisone does with the temporary challenges that come with taking the drug and I look at the calendar and cross off the days.  Funny how a simple act like that can make things a little bit more tolerable.