I spent the better part of this evening on the sofa bed watching the Olympics. Three nights of performing with my arm in a sling coupled with nine days of powerful drugs coursing through my delicate system turned me into a zombie-like creature.
This morning hubby cut me off from all prescribed medication. He then put me back to bed with my childhood teddy bear that he freed from our closet. Oh yeah, I was so cranky today I needed Sick Bear. I have no pride.
Later, he changed my shirt after I accidentally covered myself with tahini sauce during dinner. It seems like he changes my shirt for me a lot these days. I really suck at eating with my left hand.
He also acts as my food cutter and bra put-er on-er. Luckily, I've regained enough use of my right hand that I can at least don my own socks.
This is officially getting old.
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"Three nights of performing with my arm in a sling coupled with nine days of powerful drugs coursing through my delicate system turned me into a zombie-like creature."
That Britney Spears resemblance is getting scary
Bob Costas or Xanax... which is the bigger sleeping pill?
Neither. I was up until 5 AM. We're heading to Minneapolis this week so I'm hoping we can watch the Olympics on a Canadian station. They actually show events live regardless of what time they take place.
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