They Kicked In

The Boy told me at some point the steroids would kick in.

He said that, if his experience (and the package warnings) were any indication, that I would be restless, hyper and unbelievably busy...Shannah x 20.

I've been on steroids for over a week now. Dragging around. Still in pain. Exhausted.

Disappointing, really.

And then yesterday happened.

After returning home from a morning eye doctor appointment (more on that tomorrow), I:

• made brisket, mashed potatoes, gravy and green bean casserole for lunch;
• roasted two chickens;
• prepared and froze a batch of chicken enchiladas;
• prepared and froze a container of chicken spaghetti;
• shredded chicken into small size freezer containers for future meals;
• cooked four pounds of hamburger;
• precooked and froze a large batch of spaghetti sauce;
• premixed and froze the ingredients for chili;
• prepared and froze a container of Tex-Mex chili mac;
• cooked a pound of breakfast sausage;
• prepared and froze breakfast burritos;
• made sausage and gravy for tomorrow's breakfast;
• cooked and jarred tapioca pudding;
• washed and stored collard greens;
• washed and stored lettuce;
• washed and stored fresh spinach;
• washed and stored cilantro;
• prepared a vegetarian meal for dinner; and
• washed all of the bed linens and pillows.

Definitely a case of Shannah x 20.

Don't get me wrong - I'm still in a bit of pain (that dratted lung!), but I'm not tired and we'll certainly have less stressful evening meal preparation for the next several weeks.