Wednesday, July 30, 2008

I slept. Woke up still feeling crappy. But I decided I was gonna do my best to get over that, which included taking my Zombie meds, though I was loathe to take them before. I also took my food meds, which I got a call back from my doctor about, saying they called in my prescription, meaning I shouldn't have to worry about those for awhile. Anyways...my zombie meds should take care of what hasn't been taken care of yet...but sometimes they take awhile - so even though I was trying to put my best spin on everything...I wasn't sure it was going to take.

And then Janice called. I assumed she was checking to see if I was going. She was calling to say that she'd talked it over with her husband Jerry, and that it was ok if we went without him on Friday. I could tell by her tone that she felt bad about the way she had spoken to me earlier, and knew that she had hurt me. Earlier she made me cry. Now I'm crying again, only it's a happy kind of thing. I have until Friday to feel better, which I'm sure I can manage. I'm pretty sure the acid thing was me forgetting my 2nd dose of prilosec and then eating garlic bread, and sleeping right after. The other thing might be related to that as well, but the zombie meds can clear that up after a dose or two, so I'll take it again tomorrow or Friday - though if I'd gotten the news from Janice 20 minutes earlier, I would have not taken it, but gotten pizza or something. Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.

   posted by Bald Jason at 11:50 AM
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