I am such a purist. Well, if I claim to be a purist just in this one way, can I carry it out to the rest of my life? I like that idea, so I say that I can ;)
When I had Beth via planned C-section, obviously I had an epidural. At my 6 week check up I told my doctor of my terrible headache that pulsed like lightening every time I bent over. He gently laughed and said that since I'm a "clean girl" who doesn't drink, smoke or do any drugs, the anesthetic affected me more severely.
Well, apparently that "clean girl" stuff works the same way with Benadryl. I took 2 just before life group tonight. I have no idea if what I shared was coherent, but if it were like my driving on the way home, it's safe to say I made zero sense. On the way home I had to fully concentrate to drive. I kept trying to get the windshield clear of the fine mist that kept forming and veered eerily close to a row of telephone poles. My reaction time was so slow that I just gently veered back to my station on the road. Then I needed to turn right on red and did so. With no real concern for the cars on my left who had the right-of-way. Thankfully, one turned left without a blinker, so all was well. Or maybe they just saw me coming. I wasn't trying to drive this way, I just felt like I was drunk, but with much less laughter.
I called Shane at work to tell him goodnight at 9:30. He commented that it was a little early. I assured him I was safer in bed. We have water in the phone line somewhere and the connection became too full of static to hear him, but I think he was trying to ask me if the kids knew what to do if Momma flipped out. Poor guy!
Pride comes before a fall. At my OB appt this week, Shane (aka the germ freak) got onto me for touching the elevator buttons. I said, "I made it just fine through two rounds of strep throat, I'm not getting sick from these stupid buttons. Here, let me just lick them for you." Of course I didn't, but I was tempted.
Now here I sit miserable waiting for my third dose of Benadryl of the day to kick in. I felt fine until the powder incident, but surely the powder couldn't cause all this pain & pressure in my sinuses-my teeth even hurt! I'm sticking to the powder, though, 'cause if I don't, I have to admit I shouldn't have touched those elevator buttons.
I just finished Same Kind of Different As Me. It may be one of the best books I've read. I don't like to re-read books, but I would this one. I need my own copy. I hope to have less medicine head soon so I can blog about it. There were some great quotes in there. Amazing story.