Except for the stuff related to Type II Diabetes and the stent in my heart, for the most part, I don't take drugs. I usually don't have to take pain relievers and I seldom need or use anti-inflammatory meds. So the effects of the stuff I've been taking to help me through these bruised ribs have been a surprise. And the biggest effect has been the loopy stuff and the inability to recollect time - specifically, it took me a few minutes, yesterday, to figure out that tomorrow will be two weeks since I fell. I mean, I really had a difficult time - I'd thought it was only a week - but then I realized it had to be two. I've never, EVER, lost track of time like that before. I'm pretty sure it was the Celebrex. That and the weight gain.
On the other hand, Tylenol 3 is magical stuff. It will make your pain go away - if only for a little while.
At one time or another I had all three sons in the house over the weekend. Separately, I admit. But all three. That, too, happens too seldom anymore. It was nice.
Bitsy showed up too. (DIL, for those of you who don't know.)
I am constantly impressed by how good #2 Son looks in a suit. He should be a lawyer. Females on a jury wouldn't stand a chance.
Pitchers and Catchers report on February 18th. I can't wait. Go Cubs!
This is really meandering, eh? I ought to do one of those 'Stream of Consciousness' posts like I used to do. They were fun.
I slept well last night. Finally.