not so comfortably numb
I woke up with a sore throat and a screaming headache, and did a sinus flush to try to clear out the gunkies. I was so distraught that this sore throat continues to make my life miserable, and spent some time re-assessing whether I should drag my sorry self back to the doctor, but the headache has improved a bit and I’m not hacking up as much or coughing as much, and the throat pain is at bay for now, so I think I’m starting to get better. My neck aches now, though.
Oxycodone makes me itch. It’s a seven year old prescription, so I’m surprised it does anything at all. One pill left.
So Gadget is out there, somewhere, saying I Do to a twenty seven year old today.
I remember the day I said I Do. I had a screaming migraine. I was 38 and three days past the most traumatic and horrific miscarriage of my life. And I was thinking “I do NOT” in my head the whole time. But I went ahead and said it anyway. Coward. So what was I thinking? That I don’t want to have bastard children. Social pressure. Imagined social pressure. And so it goes. I’ve paid the piper, again and again for that moment of cowardice.
But I have my boys! My world!
