Well, I meant to put this up last night. Right after I called my Martha, just to chat on her name day.
Instead, I went to Wal-Mart with Embot to buy light bulbs. My hip was really bad so I ‘borrowed’ a Vicodin and came home in worse shape than I left. (Yes, I know it’s against Federal law for a drug to be used by someone other than the person for whom it was prescribed. May I plead that the nausea and headache it caused was punishment enough? Peony Moss left a comment on my original Vicodin post from Monday that it is the generic that causes more nausea etc. I’ll second that motion, sister. And that explains why I had taken Vicodin once without bad effect and that the generic prescription I had with my last root canal (I’m cheap, OK) left me so nauseated all I could do was doze on the couch.)
I figured it was safe to go to Wal-Mart ‘under the influence’ because I wasn’t driving. Shopping while drugged isn’t such a good idea. I bought some dishcloths, 2 collapsing rulers for the boys (Why? They looked cool.), some craft paint just because the colors were interesting and two plaster wall sconces that were on the sale table marked down to $.75. And all I needed was 40-watt bulbs.
So, instead of calling Martha and doing some housework , I fell asleep on the couch at 8:00pm.
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