I haven't updated in twenty days.
I had a blast in England. Got to spend some quality time with my sisters-in-law (and other wonderful in-laws) and that was pretty awesome. It was such a short trip though, and while we're heading back over there in a month from now, we probably won't see the family since we're heading somewhere in the middle of the country. (Stow-on-the-Wold, to be specific.)
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My meds have been changed once again (so for those of you keeping score, that's allergy meds, a 24-hour anti-inflammatory, heavy non-narcotic headache pain reliever, a sleep med and permission to take the narcotic (the one I'm trying to wean off of, AGAIN), if needed). Good times.
I slept a total of two hours last night, and that's WITH sleep medicine. I called the pharmacist at my HEB, who I swear sounds like a stoned hippie drug dealer who never gives a straight answer. You can HEAR him looking up interactions in the big Drug book (hello, thanks, I have the Internet) and he literally answered my question of:
"When I looked up Trazodone and Tramadol, they showed a big interaction, but I was prescribed these to take with drug XYZ. Is that okay?"
with, "Um, uhhhh wellllllll ummmmmm uhhhhhhhhhuh I thiiiink sooo.... umm... possible CNS depression ....umm, yeah it's okay."
He added on a quick, "butcheckwithyourdoctor" at the end of it.
YOU ARE THE PHARMACIST. It's after hours! All I want to know are my chances of accidental Heath Ledgering in my sleep! (Too soon?)
I told him that his lack of confidence in his own answer made me feel uneasy taking his advice. Are they doing bong hits in the HEB? And if so, why aren't they at least offering me something sweet to nibble on?
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My man got sick and I fought off whatever it was he had and now the Swine has felled one coworker and that means it's only a matter of time before it gets me, too. Which, whatever, it's just a flu right? And I can stand to lose a few sick pounds.
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ACL is this weekend and I'm going if the weather is in the eighties. Otherwise, no way. I may have been able to go to the Jazz Fest a month after the surgery, but that was with VIP treatment and heavy, heavy narcotics. Now? Not so much.
Happy thought for the day?
MERCURY IS OUT OF RETROGRADE
Hallelujah!