At the moment, I am thinking I took my BP meds twice.
Which means, a double dose of the asthma inhaler and acne antibiotics as well since they are all taken at the same time.
I am not totally sure. Can't remember.
The same way I seem to have forgotten the area code that goes with my cell phone number.
And the way I can't remember what the Japanese call it when you fall on your sword to kill yourself. (Seppuku, I just googled it, after four days of waiting for it to come me. I almost decided it was Hari Kari, which oh, look, is the same thing as Seppuku. Huh. Unfortunately, I no longer recall why I needed that word. I think it was a conversational point.)
And how I took some wrong turns the other day because the brain no workee. One of these days, I'm going to leave for work and end up in Florida or something.
But I think I actually may have taken all my meds twice.
If only I could remember.
The fatigue is bad right now. I hope I can recover. I think it's all sleep deprivation, so if the root cause is addressed I might be fine. I would be in bed right now except for the whole did-I-or-did -I-not double dose question.
The muscle cramps are bad too. Sharp and insistent. Hubby and I managed to sneak in a movie tonight*. We were late and he was urging me to go faster and I couldn't.
Because the arch of my foot had assumed the fetal position.
So I guess now I pound salt? Good thing I like olives!
*Dylan Dog. It was terrible. They should be ashamed to be in the same genre as Buffy.
Just when you think you have it all figured out
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