Once again, I'm having serious breathing problems, so my dose of Prednisone has again been increased. Of course, it causes ravenous hunger and wicked mood swings; but in my case it also makes me blather on about whatever crackpot idea gets into my head. Fortunately, the family knows this, and when it happens, they put me to bed and inore everything I say. When I wake up, I'm back to my regular self (note: I did not say "normal." That would be way too much to ask)
A big part of these Prednisone induced rantings involve ideas on How The World Should Be Run. Last night, the kids must have been looking for entertainment, so they turned on Spongebob Squarepants instead of telling me to go to sleep. For those that don't know, Spongebob Squarepants is a cartoon show for children written by people who must ingest very strange drugs. Last night's episode included a hibernating squirrel playing with a sponge who lives in a pineapple under the sea.
"That's a great idea!" I suddenly exclaimed (or so I'm told) "People should hibernate. Imagine it -- we could eat like hogs all through the fall, sleep right through the winter, avoiding that pesky Christmas nonsense, and wake up in the spring, all skinny. We wouldn't need to heat the house either -- just pile on the blankets."
Of course, the kids were hysterical with laughter, and said that they didn't want to sleep all winter. I agreed, saying that they have to attend school, but that I fully intended to sleep through the winter and wake up when I was skinny. I bid them goodnight and left to go hibernate. (Although they did not tell me, they probably spent the whole evening laughing behind my back)
This morning of course, it was not spring, and the hibernation theory was reported to me. I reflected that being tucked in under warm blankets on a cold dark day wasn't exactly punishment, but there was no way those two would ever let me weasel out of getting them Christmas presents. They agreed to compromise: I am allowed to sleep the winter away, but I have to buy their gifts in advance.
Kathy N-V, sleepier than your average bear