Ash Wednesday High

Yup, that's right. My idea to get a morning/noon/evening/night pill case failed on day one...and actually, now that I say that, day two..brb..have to take my noon pills. Alrighty then, back to yesterday.

I came home from work, took my "evening" pills around 6pm, and went to Ash Wednesday church service. As we got there and took our seat near the front, I became groggy and remembered that my 6pm dose of pills included a muscle relaxer, which knocks me out for about an hour or two. Oh my. I quickly and quietly told my husband what was going on, then looked up at the altar and noticed that there was communion during the service. OH NO! So, as the service progressed, I could barely stand without bracing myself against the front of the next pew, with my legs at an angle resting on the back of the pew. When it was time for the sermon, I kept nodding off, in clear view of the pastor. My husband kept politely nudging me as my head bobbed, only for me to wake up and have my eyes roll right back into my head. During the offering, I had no choice but to fold my hands, put my head down, and take a minute-long snooze in a prayer position. I somehow made it to the altar for communion and then made the even longer walk to the car. By the time I got home, my husband had to drag me upstairs and to the best of my memory, it was a short night. I can't wait to explain that one to the pastor!

As for today, the pain level is pretty bad, but it's not stopping me from a quick evening with dear friends from yesteryear. Laughter is after all, the best medicine and there is no better place to find laughter than around a table with old friends.

More on what's actually wrong with me next time...people keep asking and I never have the time to fully explain.

Later,
-S