Ack, Zen. I feel your pain—almost literally.

DEENA! Hi! Okay, not really here. But yay!

PIX! I saw the pictures of your house when you bought it. So cute!

I am really weirdly dizzy and discombobulated and nauseous, and Greg thinks it's Tramadol withdrawal since my doctor has trouble getting my prescriptions sent in and I've been out since yesterday. Whatever it is, I'm ready for it to stop. It feels icky.

Oh dear, medication withdrawal is just awful. The number of times this happens because of insurance companies and/or physician staff is unforgivable. I hope they get it straight quickly.

I has the tramadol. He called the pharmacy and it was ready, so he went and got it. I don't know if it's suggestion, but I feel better already.

Yay!

I ran a couple cartons of almond milk over to #1 son, part to keep him from starving, part to check on him. Apartment was a lot cleaner than last visit. That probably means girls visited. I know, sexist, but they seem to have a lower tolerance for squalor than my son. I invited his roommate to join us for T'day.

Maybe he cleaned up for them? We can dream happy dreams!

Zen and Deena, I'm so sorry things aren't as right as they should be (Laura, too) in your world. I can't think of stronger women than you to deal with what's wrong, though. All best ~ma to all of you.

I set my effective meter on stun before bed last night, intending to leap to my feet, dress, medicate, and sally forth before I had time to think about it and let the don'wannas in.

Yeah, not happening. If I don't go for groceries today then I won't go before Monday. Well, there's plenty of food in freezer and pantry, and I didn't need those ice cream bars and frozen strawberries anyway. I've got sugar and half&half for coffee, and tea if I run out of coffee, and plenty of rice and frozen veg, canned tuna and frozen fishsticks, chicken, and beef for stir-fry. Not like I'm gonna starve for lack of ice cream bars, or chocolate.

I will get to UPS tomorrow, and see if I can sneak in a walk-in haircut. That's about the limit of my out-going for right now. I already have travel and socialize on Thursday. And getting the garbage and recycling out. The donation trip to Goodwill--all the way on the other side of town--can wait. Awhile, if need be.

My cooking is delayed. I gave DH the shopping list because I hate to shop and he picked up most of the things on the list at Trader Joe's. However, there is one ingredient missing for the cranberry sauce, one from the soup, and one for the dressing. He is getting those things from another store after his basketball game tonight. So I cook tomorrow. Or I could run to the store and pick them up tonight. Hahahaha!

I did get the jar of CBD oil I am going to try on the bum knee from UPS! Smells nice. Minty.

Thank you, Beverly. I feel more like a wet dishrag than a strong woman, but I won't argue! Speaking of the don'wannas, I have a permanent case; I have to force myself to do anything that requires leaving the house, even fun things.

Ack, Zen. I feel your pain—almost literally.

One of us in this predicament was already too many! I poked around the internet one time looking for stories of broken ankles, but for everyone who healed right up, there were two "it was never right again"s, and that gave me no cheer. I never in my life wanted to go jogging until I couldn't!