In the vein of getting over myself and trying on a more positive attitude I thought I’d share something funny that happened to me. I know I’m feeling better emotionally because I can laugh at myself again.
Today I was getting my medications ready for the week, one of most favorite chores right behind having Hubby give my my Humira shots. I really do like when he gives me my shots rather than my doctor because they sting when I get them so I have the chance to hit him after the shot and blame it on the pain.
Before I get comments I know I can inject myself. I am too chicken to do it. If my doctor wouldn’t do them for me, or if I wasn’t married I’d learn but I’m blessed so I allow myself this pleasure, OK?
Anyway getting back to my medications. I have four pills that are small yellow ones. They do have some differences of course but without my glasses there’s none. I wear my glasses when I fill my med container but most of the time not when I’m taking them.
This morning I was running late for church. I have to eat when I take my pills so I quickly made some toast and stuffed it down while swallowing my pills. I put them in my dish and was doing two or three at a pop. All of a sudden I had this horrible fear that I had just swallowed part of my afternoon pills in my rush.
I wasn’t paying attention and had opened the second part of the pill container. I started yelling but had toast, pills, water, etc in my mouth. Finally I was able to tell him. We both looked at the pills in the second part. There was one yellow pill gone. I had 2 yellow pills in my dish. Both of us were taking bottles out of the cabinets looking at the pills trying to decide if I needed to get my stomach pumped.
Thank goodness I was alright. I had taken a Folic Acid pill not one that would make me a zombie or something worse. The quietness changed to hysteria in the matter of two minutes.
I felt like a deer caught in headlights. My husband said he was going to hire a nurse to watch over me. I told him I wanted one of those cat trees to hang from instead or maybe a cave to hide in.
It was good to laugh. I got to church late but at least I didn’t end up in the hospital.