Wednesday, June 03, 2009

What Dreams May Come

So, I'm still hopped up on Norco and Flexeril. The combination leaves me beyond tired. Last night, because I felt better I decided to wash the dishes. We do it the old fashioned way because we do not own a dishwasher. As I stood at the sink, scrubby, bubbly away, Beloved walked in and said, "What are you doing".

"I'm washing the dishes, I feel better," I said.

He reminded me that drugs give you a false sense of better and that he and Girl would do the dishes.

I brushed his suggestion aside and kept scrubbing away. Until my nerve endings in my lower back said, "HEY! We have an injury down here!!!! Remember?" Then my right leg suggested I sit down because the nerves in my back do actually run all the way down into my legs. Funny that.

I was then forced to repeat over and over again the exact same phrase I had muttered all evening on Sunday, as I was bent over walking like a ninety-year-old woman,

"This sucks eggs!"

My Boy called to check on me and to remind me to take it easy. He was slightly miffed to find out that I'd washed most of the dishes. Boy put in his angry eyes (I could tell he had them on because his voice became hard, just like his daddy's does) and told me I need to take it easy! Beloved reminded me (again) that lower back injuries take time to heal and if I don't give it the time it needs then it will be worse in the long run.

Beloved tucked me into bed at 9:30 because I couldn't keep my eyes open due to the combination of drugs the doctor had prescribed. I dreamt of snow and work, of stacks of dishes to be washed and telling my FIL that he is a mean old man. I dreamt that I'd lost Girl somewhere and couldn't find her, then berated myself for not making sure she had a cell phone. I dreamt that my book got published and I was on the NY Times Best Seller list and my mother still didn't like me.

Be warned: Norco, Flexeril, Pumpkin Curry soup, and Irish soda bread will lead to funky dreams.

Thus here I am. The duct cleaning guys are coming this afternoon. Wendy will be here in just over a week. I have missed two days of work. I can't workout. I can't bend over, I can't sit very long, nor can I stand very long.

But I'm high on legal drugs so I guess all is right with the world.


Patti said...

just reading this gives me pts from all my back injuries. when you are better it will be time to incorporate many a back-strengthening exercise into your routine (takes 15 minutes tops 2x week)

get well...

TJ Brown said...

oh, hon... TAKE IT EASY.

Other people want to do dishes for you. LET THEM!