bad drug addict

I don't think I could ever be a pill popper.

I had some minor surgery yesterday in which I started the day (and night before) doing 800mg (3x a day) of Motrin. Before surgery I took a Valium. I'd like to know what is the big deal with this stuff. Seriously. They asked me if it had kicked in and I said "i don't think so."

When I got there I got a shot in the butt of some type of serious Motrin. 10 minutes before surgery I did two nasal shots of Stadol. (I was awake during the process) The procedure was 8 minutes long. By minute 7 I was feeling the effects. (In which I couldn't remember a good friend's name, I said the word "fuck"and probably said some other strange stuff) The doctor, assistant and nurse left. I was to get dressed. That was delightful. I'm staggering over the room trying to put my flip-flops on. Once that was done, I wasn't sure if I was suppose to sit there. I needed directions. I decided I would rather be home. I just walked out and asked if I could leave. By the looks on the nurses faces and the doctor I don't think I was suppose to walk out. I think the doctor and assistant might of said something ha, ha funny to me. I just laughed and said "see-ya, thanks so much"(mind you I'm pretending my hardest to be normal, not stoned because I just want to go home) The nurse led me to the door. Once my husband and I left the suite he had to hold me up (like a drunk) to get me to the car. Have you ever see the movie "Sixteen Candles" where the bride takes a shit load of muscle relaxers? That was me walking. If there had been a pew in the hallway I would of sat down. I spent the entire ride home rubbing my face and I think licking it. Thankfully there was no one throwing rice at me when we arrived home. Check out the 1:40 portion of this clip..and the very, very end of it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByFDq-92JvI

Once home the cramps got real bad. I popped some Motrin and asked my husband to go to the store to get the prescription Percocet's filled for me. Of course that took forever. (innane questions like ; where is the prescription, where is the drug card, which store, do you need them RIGHT now........) I did another shot of Stadol. I slept for 2 hours then wanted to vomit. Of all the pain relievers I was prescribed I would say my favorite was the anti-naseous medicine. I haven't even touched the Percocets.

Like I said...I wouldn't be a very good drug addict.

Before and After Part II

This is (on right) the children's garden and on the left is the adult garden. In the background you can see where I was chopping down a path through the tree barrier separating our yard from our neighbors.


Moving backward (because blogger sucks on picture posting) this is the exit in the secret hideaway.


This is the path in the secret hideaway where my kids play.
there is the children's garden on the right, my lovely pathway in the middle and the adult garden on the left.
just a larger picture of my whole project! I see I used the wrong lense on my camera taking these pictures. You get the idea though.



This is my frugal way of making my patio romantic at night. Those are salsa and baby food jars with candles. My daughter put the chimes there. I'm quite happy with all my hard work. I'm looking forward to later this summer when all my plants come to bloom. (what is shown is only 1/4 of what I've been working on)

Gee

I haven't posted in awhile. I've been very busy. Gardening and creating landscaping is my passion right now. I have come to realize that "they" are correct. Gardening and doing something for the Earth truly lifts your soul and spirits. I think I will have before and after pics coming soon. Right now we are in day 9 of straight rain. I've been out there in the rain because I can't stop. I actually bought gardening boots because old running shoes just were not cutting it.

I am AGAIN decluttering and cleaning closets. No more donating to consignment shops. I give directly to charity. Usually I drop off the clothes at my son's school for the poor people in the area. The other day I went to Goodwill to find a Holy Communion blazer (a simple blue blazer) for my son. Every store in our state was sold out of them. Needless to say they didn't have any, but I picked out 2 tops and 2 skirts for myself. For the good fortune I had I made a large trashbag donation of gently used goods. When I got home I got together two more trash bags of used goods (Ann Taylor suits, Liz Claiborne, London Fog, Gap etc) My husband did not want me to take the clothes to Goodwill, The Salvation Army or the Methodist school. (usually I rotate between charities) He said he would take them to the Catholic Church in the city. He says this alot. Usually the bags of clothes sit in various rooms, closets, autos and end up in the garage where the passing through mouse makes a home and babies in them. He promised me the clothes would be gone today. Of course they are sitting in the foyer. I'm not getting why said clothes have to go to the Catholic church. He claims this will get us an "in" in case we need to send the children to Catholic school. The priest at St. Patrick's will tell the dean what good people we are because we donate clothes. Seriously?! WTF? I think my husband's time doing good works for this church is better than the donating of clothes.

Still looking for work. A Snap Fitness 24/7 opened up 2 miles away. I might join. It's cheap and I need some machine work on my upper body and stomach.

All in all feeling quite groovy.