I guess i have pushed too hard the past couple of weeks. It caught up with me yesterday. I was in so much pain that I was ready to take a Flexaril. I have a prescription from back in December from which I have taken only a couple of pills. I hate the stuff. I have explained the feeling I get when I take them as like my body is made of green jello. But I’d rather feel like green jello than the pain I was feeling yesterday. So I went to the cabinet where I keep the pills, but I couldn’t find the darn things. I knew they should be there. So I went through the entire cabinet, and then again, and again. No green jello pills.
So I started asking family members if they had taken them or moved them or knew anything about them. No luck. Nobody had a clue. And the pain grew worse. I called the doctor’s office to see if I could get another prescription, explaining to the woman on the phone how bad the pain was. Sorry, she said in a very sympathetic voice. I’d have to come in since it had been so long since the doctor had seen me.
I hung up, said a few choice words and went through the cabinet again. Then I went through other cabinets and drawers and purses and jeans pockets. Those babies were not to be found. So I took two Ibuprofen and lay down on the couch to enjoy the agony. That’s when the worry set in. What if I had dropped the bottle on the floor someplace or put it in a place where one of the animals could get to it? So I got up to look again. This time I decided I would use the stepladder so that I could get a good straight-on look in the top cabinet, And there they were, pushed in the back behind some coffee mugs. If they would have been a snake, they would have--well, you probably know that old saw.
Having already taken the Ibuprofen, I didn’t think I should take the muscle relaxer. So I just set the bottle in a spot in the cabinet where I could see it when I opened the door and went back to the couch.
Fortunately today I feel better. The pain has ratcheted down several notches and I still haven’t taken a Flexaril. So no green jello. I have a pot of chili simmering on the stove, Cait and Kathryn are on there way to watch the Alabama football game with me, and all’s right with the world. Well, mostly.
Below, as promised, are the pictures of members’ show-and-tell from quilt guild meeting on Monday.
But first, a picture of my name tag. Each member is asked to wear a handmade name tag to guild meetings. I’ve had several through the years. This is my favorite so far.
Now the quilts.
THE END
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On 10/13/2018, Debbie Price said ...
I am so sorry about your pain. I am glad you did find your pills.
Your nametag is adorable!
On 10/14/2018, PP said ...
I sure wish there was something the medical profession could do for you without knocking you out....Good to know the jello is available now.
On 10/14/2018, LaVoice said ...
Nothing worse than a pain that just lingers on. My back gives me a lot of trouble, but hate going to the doctor. I hate taking medicines. Sometimes I think they can be worse than the cause. Hope you will get some relief soon. Nothing I enjy more than quilts. I have way too many, but did make them.
On 10/14/2018, Barbara Anne said ...
Sorry for the misery you endured when you couldn't find the flexaril pills. Big hugs! Am glad you felt better without them but that they're now found.
Love the name tag you made and the many beautiful and charming quilts!
Hugs!
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