Anyhow, many comments and emails and questions and a very interesting (and public) twitter conversation about the benefits of washing your ass with Aveda Rosemary Mint shampoo later, it all boils down to this: Just when you think you are weird or crazy or all alone in something? Turns out you’re not.
Yesterday was not the prettiest for me, and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to take quite that much Vicodin (or colace for that matter), and as it turns out, the post I wrote ended up being the first in a series of THREE total visits to the ER, and before it was over I ended up getting a shot each of Morphine AND Dilauded and I prefer Dilauded, well? I think we’ve turned a corner. I really think I’m going to be okay. Even my pride might eventually recover.
But for now I’m being watched like a pot of water because, until I poo, I am not considered totally On The Mend. Anyone want to join me for coffee and a nice bran muffin?