When your DH so kindly took me to the ER that one time so long ago i fought the morphine so hard I was yelling with the effort. Like he would care. Problem is, I did.
Speaking of drugs and, well, speaking, my current at home narcotic makes me funnier. In a brash and confrontational way. I had a newly-met guy so turned about at the wedding Sunday that he felt pressed to inform me I was both sexy and funny. I couldn't tell him it was all a lie. Besides, I really did want to beat him up for the sheer fun of it.
Okay pain abating. Just not fast enough. I wish they'd have given me the whole cocktail.
And I wish I'd had dinner.
Yeah DH wouldn't care, but that's not the point. Well I hope you get some relief and some rest.
I suspect I'm marvellously lucky to have the friends I do. But I refuse to give them back, even if I don't quite know how to appreciate them right.
he felt pressed to inform me I was both sexy and funny. I couldn't tell him it was all a lie.
It's not a lie. You are both sexy and funny.
Besides, I really did want to beat him up for the sheer fun of it.
But I believe this too.
I am a woman of facets. One of those is drug tolerance. Which is why you gotta give me the dosage in my file! I'm still here, and if I hadn't started a discussion with the doc we might not have worked out why my pain hadn't diminished significantly. 6, for future reference, != 2.
I'm going to sleepwalk through tomorrow. Shit.
ita, I hope that by the time you read my post, it's already tomorrow, after an as-restful-as-possible night.
Yeah, I'm looking at the time stamp and hoping ita made it home by now.
Had a very complicated dream where I was the accidental recipient of an Elder Wand-type device and would have to fight a Darth Vader-type in single combat. There was a combination ski resort/space port involved (the spaceships took off uphill using the slopes as a runway.)
I'd swear off anchovies on my pizza, except I don't eat them.
ETA: And I didn't eat any pizza.
I showered last night, went to bed shortly after 10 - my reward? sleeping through the alarm and being dead tired.
I am going to take an early stand and say today is on notice.
I should get going. Instead I'm sitting here like unto a lump.
I am trying hard not to have a migraine today. A time of the month related migraine. So far, my brain is completely fried, and I am a little nauseous, but no headache.
This morning I was ironing the shirt i wanted to wear today, and I was rushing because i was already running late. So i finished, unplugged the iron, ran upstairs, and realized i had ironed the entire shirt, except for one sleeve.
I am wearing something else right now.
