I am wearing jeans today, something I have not done for five whole months. It is splendid. At first, I could not wear jeans because of the lovely skin lesions I developed as a result of taking Colazal. Jeans put too much pressure on the areas affected by the drug rash. I was pretty much limited to wearing sweat pants, which I realize does not sound too awful, but they do get old after about 2 weeks. We managed to get the plague under control after two months or so, but the medication that subdued the plague causes water retention. Lots and lots of water retention. So much water retention, in fact, that I do not fit into any of my jeans. It is sad.
So today, after attempting to squeeze into a pair of my jeans (they almost fit, it was really close), I borrowed a pair of my moms. They are slightly snug in the waist…but they do fit. I am a happy camper.