I was looking forward to Adult Swim, but while waiting for it my lack of sleep caught up with me, and I went to lay down for 'just a couple of minutes' and pretty much slept all night. I missed hubby's try at new apple dessert and apparently some pretty funny stuff, as well as company of friends... when hub crawled into bed after everyone left and told me it was all over, I just wanted to cry.
Woke up this morning (blues riff) bleeding like a goddamn stuck pig, and cramping like a motherfucker. I ended up taking a shower to clean off, and looked to see if there was any drugs in the upstairs bathroom where I happened to be. At first I thought "I'd better take some naproxen now and hold off on the Vicodin since I have to drive to work", but then an especially severe cramp inspired me to say "fuck that" and abandon that stoic shit and grab the good stuff. The Vicodin hub had from when he crashed his bike was a smaller pill, so I took 2 of them. Well, I eventually get downstairs and check the ones I had- hub's were 7.5 mg, my horse pills were 5 (and one 5 yesterday made me stupid). Christ. It should be an interesting day at work; I probably ought to leave early before the bastards kick in. This is not my idea of fun (insert standard joke about me not making a good conservative radio talk show host here).