Polishing My Stupidity so It's Bright and Shiny

At the moment, I am thinking I took my BP meds twice.

Which means, a double dose of the asthma inhaler and acne antibiotics as well since they are all taken at the same time.

I am not totally sure. Can't remember.

The same way I seem to have forgotten the area code that goes with my cell phone number.

And the way I can't remember what the Japanese call it when you fall on your sword to kill yourself. (Seppuku, I just googled it, after four days of waiting for it to come me. I almost decided it was Hari Kari, which oh, look, is the same thing as Seppuku. Huh. Unfortunately, I no longer recall why I needed that word. I think it was a conversational point.)

And how I took some wrong turns the other day because the brain no workee. One of these days, I'm going to leave for work and end up in Florida or something.

But I think I actually may have taken all my meds twice.

If only I could remember.

The fatigue is bad right now. I hope I can recover. I think it's all sleep deprivation, so if the root cause is addressed I might be fine. I would be in bed right now except for the whole did-I-or-did -I-not double dose question.

The muscle cramps are bad too. Sharp and insistent. Hubby and I managed to sneak in a movie tonight*. We were late and he was urging me to go faster and I couldn't.

Because the arch of my foot had assumed the fetal position.

So I guess now I pound salt? Good thing I like olives!


*Dylan Dog. It was terrible. They should be ashamed to be in the same genre as Buffy.