g → N(g) If Hulk smash in actuality, then it is necessary that Hulk smash (Law of Necessitation)
N(g) v ~N(g) Either it is necessary that Hulk smash, or else it is not (Law of Excluded Middle)
~N(g) → N(~N(g)) If it is not necessary that Hulk smash, then it is necessary that it is not necessary that Hulk smash (Modal Axiom)
N(g) v N(~N(g)) Either it is necessary that Hulk smash or else it is necessary that Hulk necessarily does not smash (Disjunction on 2,3)
N(~N(g)) → N(~g) If it is necessary that Hulk necessarily does not smash, then it is necessary that Hulk does not smash. (Becker’s Postulate — necessity obtains)
N(g) v N(~g) Either it is necessary that Hulk smash, or else it is necessary that he does not. (Disjuntion 4,5)
N(g) It is necessary that Hulk smash (Law of Noncontradiction 6, premise)
N(g) → g If it is necessary that Hulk smash, then Hulk smash. (Law of Necessitation)
I’ve had to take some of those regimens myself. Can you say “feeding frenzy”? On the other hand, I managed to channel quite a bit of that energy into housework, which was to the good. And on the gripping hand, I’m pretty sure that the steroids tipped me from being a non-insulin dependent diabetic into an insulin-dependent diabetic. However, my choices were to either take steroids or not breathe. Since breathing is the very first item on my To-Do list, I chose to breathe.
Prednisone sucks. I have to take it a lot for my asthma. Bad part is that prednisone makes you gain weight. :rolleyes: . Still like Lynn said, breathing is first on my To-Do list.
Prednisone. And let me join the chorus line of those who can’t believe how much they can eat. Eveything smells good and tastes good. Today is my last day of four dosages. Or was that yesterday? Damn, now I have to count the pills. Interesting thing is, today is my first day of PT and I’m pretty jazzed. It could be the percocets, too. Don’t know.
Never having measured my wee-wee, I don’t know about the first question, but the second question is sometimes yes, sometimes no. There are peaks and valleys. I am noticing a sort of dependency, though, which surprises me. I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t wait to take another pill, and yet my weaning has already begun. My wife says that they changed my personality considerably. More assertive. Less melancholy.
I’ve been on pred a few times for the asthma (like others, breathing is pretty high on my to-do list). And let me tell you, when Mama’s got roids, Mama’s got happy lungs!
But Mama doesn’t got happy tummy when Mama’s got 'roids. I learned the hard way that you should not eat leftover pizza for breakfast, then get stuck somewhere for 6 hours, far from the nearest bottle of Tums. :smack: You might seriously want to invest in some Prilosec, or Zantac or whatever is safe for you to take.
I had to take Prednisone once for an inflammatory disorder. It was during the time that I was in school to become a massage therapist. As you might imagine, no one wanted me to practice on them because I was LOONY and rough to boot.
I had terrible nightmares, almost hallucinations. I didn’t sleep, and I did get the wild-eyed look about me, too. I don’t remember being hungry.
It was just awful. Not sure if I would take it again, unless it was a similar situation to Lynn’s, where I had to choose between breathing and not breathing.
Not any more. My weaning has begun. Today, I am allowed only two of the precious and beautiful little pills. […sigh…] Strange thing, though, the hunger. I recall from my hippie days that speed suppressed my urge to eat. These things make me buzz like speed but eat like a horse.
I’ve used inhaled steroids for asthma - but my asthma is generally very mild so I only did that the first winter we moved to a cold climate. It wasn’t bad, the inhaled steroids have fewer side effects than some other forms of steroid treatment (because you don’t absorb much of the drug, I gather, per my pharmacist and doctor), but I just wasn’t keen at all on being on them long term, no matter what the clinical data say. I’m a wuss. While I am grateful that they’ve advanced asthma treatment along from albuterol, I’m still fortunate enough that I can pick and choose how much medication I want to be on. (Breathing is high on my priority list too. Funny that! It’s terribly scary when your lungs aren’t doing the right thing.)
Gosh, sorry I missed that. That’s a great queston. I don’t think it’s a matter of tolerance. For some reason, on that first day of massive dosage, I looked at pain as a badge of honor. I didn’t want to tolerate it; I wanted to feel it.
