This week, my brother has been calling to see if I am dead. So far, not dead. But I think, today may be different. I may be dead when he calls.
I was feeling much better. I haven't had to take a vicaden all day yesterday or today. I am on the upward spiral.
Then I took the dog for a walk around the block. It's not a very big block. Now, I feel like I need to throw up and rip out my innards. All at once. I need my vicaden.
So, I am going to take my meds, and sit on the couch and knit baby hats on said meds. Hopefully they will turn out alright. The hats, not the meds.
2 comments:
I'm worried you won't be well enough to come and visit - I'll be so sad.
Get better.
As long as you don't drag me around the block, I should be okay. :D
No walking allowed. Just knitting.
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