LOL, I handed the husband my thermometer and I was like (timidly I woke him at 3 but he took a good look around the area and said, "you sure did have a rough night didn't you.") He is benig nicer this morning. I was like "Yep, from what I can remember." I took Ambien. More than once, and I'm not sure how many times but like, eventually I was like, "Dude you better stop, that stuff has an upper limit."
So I did pass out at some point. IDK what to do it's so BORING being bolt awake at 3 a.m. I was muttering about like maybe not taking them all. The husband was like, "I am SURE we can get through this." I invited him to stay up playing poker all night but it looked to me that was the type of "getting through" he did not have in mind, man.
I hate steroids. I dropped my thermometer last night and I put it back together and nothing. Gosh if you do anything too much you like get addicted to it. I was like an anorexic without her scale.
I want to do things today and one of them includes yoga. Probably not the best plan but I am all ROIDED up. Also need some things bah. Also need to research things although I am not sure how my next interview will go all roided up like on day four. IDK there has to be SOMETHING to knock me out dude, but I have to email my pdoc because I remembered my appointment is next week. Maybe laudanum? IDK.
In any case, I handed the thermometer. I was like, "I need you to do something for me." He was like, "What." I was like ,"Well I dropped this last night and it all fell apart and I think I put the battery in backwards. But, I can't open it and I'm scared to break it, I mean I may have already but I don't want to break it."
The husband gave me my favorite "I broke it" comeback of all time, he took it and said, "Jesus it's an oxymoron happening right in front of my eyes." I think the oxymoron thing was like a double entendre too, he really won that encounter. He returned it to me fixed, 99.5 Argh.
I give up but like, I didn't have the best night. Maybe I will just have a fever for the rest of my life and adapt, and be like "I am doing my part for global warming." Etc.
Anna
So I did pass out at some point. IDK what to do it's so BORING being bolt awake at 3 a.m. I was muttering about like maybe not taking them all. The husband was like, "I am SURE we can get through this." I invited him to stay up playing poker all night but it looked to me that was the type of "getting through" he did not have in mind, man.
I hate steroids. I dropped my thermometer last night and I put it back together and nothing. Gosh if you do anything too much you like get addicted to it. I was like an anorexic without her scale.
I want to do things today and one of them includes yoga. Probably not the best plan but I am all ROIDED up. Also need some things bah. Also need to research things although I am not sure how my next interview will go all roided up like on day four. IDK there has to be SOMETHING to knock me out dude, but I have to email my pdoc because I remembered my appointment is next week. Maybe laudanum? IDK.
In any case, I handed the thermometer. I was like, "I need you to do something for me." He was like, "What." I was like ,"Well I dropped this last night and it all fell apart and I think I put the battery in backwards. But, I can't open it and I'm scared to break it, I mean I may have already but I don't want to break it."
The husband gave me my favorite "I broke it" comeback of all time, he took it and said, "Jesus it's an oxymoron happening right in front of my eyes." I think the oxymoron thing was like a double entendre too, he really won that encounter. He returned it to me fixed, 99.5 Argh.
I give up but like, I didn't have the best night. Maybe I will just have a fever for the rest of my life and adapt, and be like "I am doing my part for global warming." Etc.
Anna