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Drugs, Sex and A Little Rock And Roll

Ok, there was only drugs and a little bit of rock.

I realized why I was such a waste of space this weekend. Drugs. Now normally I'm not a drug taker. Unless of course they are prescribed medications, and then watch out. I'm Pill Poppin' Pammy.

My back had been cooperating with me for a while and then went back to it's old tricks so I took some muscle relaxants in order to...well....relax. I was hoping this would ease my pain as well.

I was rendered unconscious for most of Sunday. I could not lift my head off the bed, I was that far gone. Groggy, groggy, groggy. So, I have decided not to take those little pills unless it is right before bedtime because taking one in the morning (on an empty tummy no less) has the effect of causing me to sleep the day through.

This morning I woke up at my usual five a.m and got Stephanie up. Then I crashed again and awoke to find hubby asleep beside me. Hmmm. Odd. Wasn't he supposed to be long gone at work? Why yes, he was. Seems he'd driven to work and back again with a migraine. He's not feeling well, so off to bed with him.

I took Allison (and Ashley for moral support) over to the doc's this morning with our cache of urine that we collected over a 24 hour period. When the doc saw it he said, "Is that all you got from her in twenty four hours?". I answered in the affirmative. He looked at me and shook his head and sent us over to the lab to have her blood drawn.

This was Allison's least favorite activity. I kept reassuring her that it would be quick and semi-painless. The lab tech there has drawn my blood and she's very good at what she does. None of this fishing around inside your arm for a vein.

Thankfully I was right and it was a one poke deal. Ally didn't even cry. I was so proud of her. For their reward we stopped at Fred Myers and got them each a lunchable (haute cuisine for the elementary crowd) for their lunch today.

I dropped them both off at school and then I went to the gym for my swim. I didn't have to take the two daycare boys as hubby was home and keeping an eye on them. That helped me out a lot as I have to pay to put them in the daycare there each time I go.

Now we wait for the results from the doc.

Tick tock, tick tock.


  1. mmmmmmmm, lunchable-y!

    I still remember the joys of one Lunchable option - ham, swiss and caraway seed crackers with a little squeeze packet of 'herb sauce' (more like special sauce with parsley flecks in it).

    You know your life is sad and unfulfilled when you debate the gastronomic qualities of pre-packaged crackers, cheese and meat.


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