I Heard About It On Facebook... So, it must be true, right? Because we all know that the best medical and legal advice comes from our newsfeed. This morning was the perfect example of how I am reminded that we are not actually in charge of our own self. As you may recall, I fell into that parking lot hole last month and injured my knee. Of course, I went to the doctor and got steroids and pain pills. No big deal. Since my knee was not healed when I went for my follow up visit, they ordered an MRI. Hopefully I can get that done this week—waiting on payday, you know? Now, I say all that, to say this. The main man has been having knee pains, too. (insert eyes rolling) It never fells. Whatever one of us has, the other one feels it, too. Anyway, I saw on Facebook someone posting about an over-the-counter pain pill called Percogesic. It is supposed to do wonders for body aches…according to my Facebook source. And since we all know I have a zero tolerance for pain, I am going to give it a try. At five minutes until closing time last night, I wheeled out crippled bodies into the CVS and purchased a bottle of this miracle drug. And, like a couple of drug addicts, we popped two each into our mouths. TaDa…we gonna be cured. Well, let me tell you what happened next. Either I was extremely worn out and did not know it, or those two pills had some sort of magic sleeping ingredients in them that knocked me out. Out cold. While I was snoring away in my bed, the main man’s head was itching up a storm. A fact I am mentioning now but he did not bother to relay to me until today. As I am getting ready for church I noticed something about my husband. “Oh my gosh! What did you do?” Whelps all over the side of his face. He had popped two more of those magic pills to get ahead of his knee pains. Back to the CVS pharmacy we run, because I did not have any Benadryl in my house. Yep, let’s just say the main man is not a happy patient right now. And, it’s not because he was already dressed for church and I made the call to stay at home and watch it on the internet, either. I didn’t want the preacher’s sermon to be drowned out when the snoring started once the Benadryl kicked in. Even though he is ill as a hornet that I got my medical advice from Facebook that is not the main reason he is not talking to me. Nope, not the reason. And, it’s not because the side of his face has whelps all over it, either. Or the fact his whole body is itching from top to bottom. It’s because he is more than likely to be passed slam out when the Saints kickoff at noon. “If I miss this game, I will be mad,” said my ‘who dat’ fan as he is trying desperately to keep his eyelids open. Oh, and I am not gonna tell you what he had to say about those new magic pills.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 17:45:46 +0000
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