Day 8 I finally made my real first venture out of the house. The day before I left the house for about an hour to see a friend in town. I had a hard time talking and it was frustrating. I think it made me realize I wasn't feeling as good as I had convinced myself I was. Day 8 I went to a local hockey game. I started to be able to talk more normally, but only in a very quiet almost kid-like whisper. I could swallow water without having to think about it, but it hurt. I began to eat more puddings and jello. I also was beginning to become so hungry. It was probably a combination of not eating for a week and also being on the prednisone. I was dying to eat and I felt there was nothing I could eat. I went grocery shopping with my Dad and we spent close to an hour looking at ingredient lists. I never realized how many products have salt in them! I was also sleeping close to 4 hours at a time at this point, but still needing the vicodin every 4 hours. I continued to be on the prednisone.
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