whatever happened to “just say no”?
I slept all day.
It was a different kind of sleep. It was that deep coma, “dead to the world” sort of sleep. My favorite kind. The doctor put me on new meds, and when I laid down to rest, I was almost immediately out. And I was out all day. I can’t really say I had any complaints. I needed the rest, and it felt really good.
But all good things have to end, and I had to wake up for dinner.
My husband cooked for me. It was an experimental dish using the homemade ricotta cheese he made from raw cow’s milk. For more info on the cheese, check out his blog at http://www.suburbhomesteader.com
I’m not sure if it was the cheese or the hunger, but I ate every bite.
An hour later, I’m still sort of hungry. The good news is I haven’t eaten anything really bad for me in several days. The bad news is I haven’t done much that puts me in the vicinity of anything remotely bad for me. Oh well…there’s always tomorrow. That is if I even wake up tomorrow…these new meds are pretty potent.
I’m not oblivious to the irony. I never experimented with drugs in my youth. I always held to the belief that drugs were bad for me. And I would not cave to peer pressure. And now here I am caving to the whims of the doctors experimenting on me with drugs. Oh how things change!
Until the next time…I’ll be dead to the world…but definitely not dead!