I have a pharmacy in my kitchen cabinet. I cannot find a drug store that will take the old bottles of anti-nausea pills, narcotics, and unfinished steroids. Seriously, I’ve tried. And I don’t want to wash the pills down into the water supply or throw them out in trash, so they’ve stayed in our medicine stash waiting for some kind of community-wide expired medication collection day (which I would probably never remember to actually go to). We keep everything up and away from the hands of children and visitors alike.
And occasionally, it pays to accidentally hoard prescription drugs. Especially when you have recurring back pain.
I’ve never hurt this part of my back before. I have a history of lower back pain and have bursted the disc between L4 and L5 three times. But when I bent at the waist to catch my balance in the 10 inches of snow this morning, something in my middle back ripped. I felt it immediately and waved DH down from his snow-blowing duties to help me get the kids inside.
We crawled into my bed and watched cartoons while I laid on a heating pad and I honestly thought a few minutes of rest would be all I needed.
That was 5 hours and 9 different pills ago.
I had plans today. So many plans. I was going to chase my children around the snow track DH plowed in our backyard. Rooms need cleaning out in preparation for the onslaught of new belongings coming in 9 days. I was going to work on crochet projects… none of which I can do from my bed.
But I can ramble on my blog while high on codeine. So there’s that.
In conclusion, this snow stuff was way more fun as a kid.