Well, I had a truly TSTL (too stupid to live) moment last night. Let me back up by saying my left shoulder, which is the one that gives me the most problems normally, has been really screwed up since last month’s play party when I topped Sir. I felt it pop in a bad way five minutes into the scene, and really, I should have called it, but since it’d been a while since He’d had a chance to bottom, I didn’t want to do that to Him. So I toughed it out.
Since it’s been so bad, I haven’t even been skeet shooting in a while. So Tuesday, I was doing a bunch of catch-up stuff, including getting the riding mower running for Hubby. I tripped getting off it in the shed, and, you guessed it, caught myself with my bad shoulder. And it went pop again.
So back to yesterday. I was determined I was going skeet shooting. So I go, toughed it out for three rounds (didn’t do too bad considering it was my first time back in a while, 12, 15, and 15, and the last 15 would have been higher had I not been listening to the “advice” I kept getting to try to shoot with both eyes open, couldn’t hit squat that way, went back to shooting one-eyed, hit nearly every clay).
Anyhoo, we went out to dinner with our friends, and there was a storm front moving in. Plus I’ve got a tooth that’s been bugging me, but going to the dentist really isn’t in the budget right now (don’t give me that look, I get more pleasure from skeet shooting than pain from my tooth LOL), and my shoulder was throbbing, so I head home, the front chasing me the whole way. Get home literally as it starts raining. I went into the kitchen to take a pain pill, and Hubby tells me Scudder (our older male Lab) needs an Immodium for nervous tummy (not an uncommon occurrence with him). So I have the bottle for the Immodium and the bottle for my pain pills (no, the bottles and the pills look nothing alike, shut up, I’m getting there), and remember the two trays of seeds I planted on Tuesday.
I opened a bottle, while yelling at Hubby to please go out and grab the two trays of potting soil and pull them under the carport so they don’t get poured on and the seeds get flooded out. He runs to go do that as I pop a pill in my mouth and swallow it, followed by a glass of water.
Then I look down and see my Scudder sitting there, tail wagging, ready to take his pill.
I honestly had NO idea what I’d just taken. I thought I had just taken his Immodium, because I knew it didn’t go down his throat. But I honestly wasn’t sure.
I burst into tears, because here I was, in pain and suddenly hating myself and my f’cked up body and this goddamned Fibromyalgia. Hubby races in to find out what’s wrong and feeling like a dumbass, I told him. And because I’m NOT 100% sure what I’d just taken, I couldn’t take a Percocet, because the ones I have are the stronger ones, and you CANNOT take two of them at the same time without potential serious complications.
So I gave Scudder his Immodium, took two Aleve, and went to bed. Tried to.
Gidget had yakked in our bed.
So we get up, strip the bed, remake the bed, banish Gidget to the floor (which really pisses her off, because she always sleeps with us) and try to go to sleep.
Took me forever to fall asleep, and then I woke up at 3:49 in pain. Well, obviously it was the Immodium I took. Which also sucks, because I have a hard enough time as it is staving off constipation with the Cymbalta I’m on. So I get up, took a pain pill, and crawl back into bed. I let Gidget back into bed with us because she kept waking Hubby up trying to sneak into bed.
Still couldn’t go back to sleep. Around 4:30 I realized I hadn’t locked my Element.
AND, I left a box of shotgun shells that I didn’t use (I’d bought four boxes not sure if I’d make it four rounds or not). So I get up again, go out, retrieved the shells (didn’t want them sitting all day in a hot car in Florida), locked the Element, and go back to bed.
Around 5:30 (still awake) I realized I hadn’t taken my Cymbalta or my Flexoril (which I take every night) because I was so upset about goofing up the meds earlier.
I get up. AGAIN. (Poor Hubby had nearly as bad a night as I did with me up and down.) Took my meds. Finally, a little before 6:30 this morning, I fell asleep. And woke up around noon today.
With a headache. Either a rebound headache from the Aleve, or from the f’cked up sleep pattern, not sure which.
Not going to be a productive day, I can see that now.
So how’s your Thursday going?