I got a ton of notes done, went to Walmart and CVS but no mixing time. I mean, it's been NUTS. I may get done after like, some extra effort tomorrow. I had a few days where I saw few kids and just sat gibbering. Etc. That may work in my favor.
IDK I'm a natural over sharer I guess. That plus, I MEAN when are you ever gonna hear such a story again. For a smart person I am sort of "Special" in the southern way.
I told the husband about it! He was like "Oh GOD Anna do I have to come take care of you now or something?"
I was all like proud, "Nope, it's ALL taken care of."
He was like, "I mean, in the future."
I was like, "Well, I can't make promises in the future regarding my future MISTAKES but I did pick out a very nice bowl with a LID to use for my meds like, in the FUTURE. I don't think you have to worry about MORE
coils or anything. That sucked." Then I talked about the wonderful safety my higher power had accorded me with the laxatives and he was like, "You would just do anything to avoid being wrong wouldn't you."
I told him my prescribing doc and my evil doc were wrong, and I was an unfortunate but resilient casualty and he was like, "Um we can talk later."
I mean l wouldn't tell strangers, or ESPECIALLY acquaintances those would be the worst to tell. I would not get a T shirt made.
But sometimes you gotta say what happened. LOL
Anna