My first project was one about which neither I nor my patient, long-suffering husband was excited, but it had to be done. I made a calendar to tape on our shower door so we can record our weight each morning. Or as I prefer to call it, the Spreadsheet of Shame. We resort to this periodically when all else fails and it is time to get serious about our diets. When I told him I had reinstituted the SoS, he thanked me, but said he would not be recording his weight this morning. I informed him that I had already recorded mine and that he would, in fact, be recording his as well. Behind his sad face, I saw a brief flash of happiness that I was getting back to my old, bossy self.
I took my last antibiotic about mid-morning. Even if there had been more pills in the bottle, it would have been the last. I spent the next 30 minutes trying not to vomit, then the following 30 minutes wishing I had vomited. The second lesson I learned today that I already knew? I hate antibiotics. (Sorry, Mom, I know you don't like me to use the word "hate." But surely you'll let it slide this time. Because I really do hate them.) I gave the empty pill bottle a huge raspberry as I tossed it in the recycling bin. Not very mature, I know, but it sure made me feel better.
After lunch, I decided to brave a short trip to the grocery store for a few dinner items. The store is even closer than the doctor's office - just two stop signs away. (I just realized it's starting to sound like we live in a strip mall. We don't, I promise. We just live on the outer edge of a neighborhood.) I felt like I did a good job driving, but I wondered why it was so bright out today. Even with my sunglasses on, I was squinting so hard I could barely see, and what I could see was fuzzy. As I entered the store, I reached up to take them off and learned the third thing today that I already knew. Reading glasses are not sunglasses. They don't help you see better when you are driving. And they do a crappy job of keeping the sun out of your eyes. Perhaps it's still a bit early for solo excursions.
I made it through the store without any mishaps (as far as I know) and got home with all the items I intended to purchase. By the time I got home, I was ready to rest. I read on the couch for awhile and then did a few chores that weren't physically taxing. Then I did the final thing on my recovery calendar for today. I chopped my remaining pain pills in half. If I am going to drive any substantial length and get my act together enough to go to work next week, I need to start tapering off now. I took the first half pill, and it was chalk-errific! And I thought those things were hard to swallow whole. Good thing I cut every single one of them in half before I thought to test one. Well, on the bright side, it should encourage me to wean myself off them faster.
I cleaned up after dinner while my patient, long-suffering husband went back to church for a rehearsal. The fourth thing I learned today that I already knew? Half a pain pill is not as effective as a whole pill. In fact, I'd say it is about half as effective. Boy, am I sore. I have a feeling I will not be quite as chipper tomorrow, but I can do this. Compared to the last year, it is nothing. Well, okay, maybe not nothing. But at least it is temporary.
The final (I hope) thing I learned today that I already knew? You should hit "save" a lot when you are writing a blog. Or at least once. My patient, long-suffering husband came home from rehearsal tonight to find me frantically searching the internet for a way to recover an unsaved blog draft. And guess what? There wasn't a way. I just finished writing the whole thing again from memory. It was probably much better the first time.
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