High at work.
Menstrual cramps having reached critical friggin mass for Pain I Am Willing To Endure Without Prescription-Strength Relief, I took an extra-strength Vicodin. At work. I’m still in pain, but care somewhat less than I did about the pain. I also feel a bit like someone spinned my chair around a couple of times and then wrapped my head up in a blanket.
The upside is that the pain allowed me to skip out of the last half of our quarterly meeting, which is an endurance test to say the least, testing both one’s ability to pay attention for two hours and one’s ability to withstand the Most Uncomfortable Chairs EVAR.
I can’t understand why someone would willingly become addicted to these things, because I can’t imagine wanting to take them out of anything but desparation. I feel like a deflated beach ball – shapeless, useless and completely without bounce. If I need to chill, I’ll just do it the old fashioned way and drink.
I was going to write about the yummy dinner I cooked last night, but instead I think I’m gonna go watch my palm ripple for a couple hours.