Well, it’s 4:11AM and I can’t sleep. And I’m freezing. Arctic cold, actually. It is my own fault. Last week I went away on an eight day vacation to a lake house in Maine. It was lovely. I guess that I wanted to “get away” from everything and purposely didn’t pack my medicine. I just wanted to leave reality back home.
I had such a wonderful time. I canoed (a first!), read my summer beach book, and made numerous puzzles. Oh, and let’s not forget, ate and drank way too much! I was with my family and friends, and was much more concerned with trying to see a moose than my healthcare.
So, here I am, now paying the price. I had my weekly shot last night before bed, followed by a couple of Advil. Four hours later, I woke up SO ACHY and cold, through and through. Then I had a conversation with myself… “I should take more Advil, I will feel better”, “It’s too cold to get out of bed”, “If I take the Advil, I won’t feel this way”… this went on and on until I dragged myself out of my bedroom. I grabbed a sweatshirt and socks on my way to the medicine cabinet. I couldn’t handle drinking cold water, so I made a cup of hot tea to take the medicine. When I follow my own advice on taking meds on a regular schedule, I don’t have a reaction at all. Sometimes though, you just need to have fun and spot a moose in the woods!