Warning!
Peri-menopausal discussion follows. Continue at your own risk!
Live and learn. That's what they say.
Last night I was up for several hours with the figits. It was very annoying. But that's par for the course evidently for women of a certain age experiencing the onset of menopause.
Or so I'm told.
This morning, I stumbled out of bed accompanied by some nasty and persistent cramps that have dogged me for three days. I began to get cranky about it and brought out the big guns that my doctor had given me for just such an occasion.
Up till now, I had been resisting using them, preferring the knowledge that I HAD them if I needed them, but I didn't HAVE to use them. (Speak softly and carry a big stick theory) But my patience had worn thin.
I looked at the label on the prescription.
"Vicodin"
I went on the internet and read up on it. What I read made me nervous. But I was still doubled over in pain. I took the dang pill. And then ate my breakfast.
20 minutes later, while reading some diaries, I started to get a little dizzy, and lightheaded. Hmmm. Maybe I'll go lay down. I got cozed up in bed with my down comforter as it was a little chilly here this morning. . .
THREE HOURS LATER I woke up for real. I say for real because the whole time I was asleep, I kept dreaming that I was getting up and getting busy. (I hardly EVER go back to bed in the mornings, and my poor subconscious was feeling guilty I think)
Anyway, I am now pain free, and wiser.
The wise part being, never take Vicodin unless you have a warm cozy horizontal surface handy!
Now that I'm awake, I am getting things ready to go up into the hills nearby for Hub Man's yearly family reunion, and camp out. The sleeping bags are airing out on the back patio and I am going to go check and see if there is enough rhubarb to bake a pie to take with us. We already have a big tupperware filled with fresh blackberries to share.
So I won't be here to post tomorrow. But will try and get some pictures. It 's always more fun just to watch the kids running around wild rather than corralling them for photos. We shall see.
I think I will leave the Vicodin at home though. That stuff is dangerous!