I’ll bet this morning’s blog post heading caught your attention!
Let’s talk about drugs. Pain killers. Opioids that people get addicted to and ruin their lives with…and then they end up broken and alone or in rehab.
This is so not me, in case a little zing of worry just shot through your brain. The only painkiller I can tolerate is Percocet and it did its best to get me through the worst of the post-surgery pain. I kept a notebook and wrote down each time I took it, never taking it less than six hours apart even when that final hour was unpleasant. Several doctors tried to tell me I could manage with Tylenol.
They were full of sh**.
So…let’s be clear. I haven’t taken any prescription drugs in over a week. I’m looking forward to driving soon, when my arm cooperates, and I want a clear head. I don’t know where I’d go, though, because trudging across hot parking lots would make the lymphedema worse (and I sure as hell don’t need “worse”). Still, when radiation starts next week, I would love to be able to drive myself up to the city without hauling Banjo Man away from work or my daughter away from her busy life.
You’re wondering what this has to do with the Home Shopping Network on tv, aren’t you?
Just a bit of history: about nine years ago was the Year of the Finger Surgeries. I won’t go into the awful, lawsuit-worthy, pain-filled details, but suffice it to say that I was on antibiotics and pain pills off and on for many months. The only side affect was an attraction to brightly colored quilting fabric and a tendency to buy a lot of it. I made some wild quilts during that time (I could use my sewing machine with a bandaged hand, so no problem there), but I still have a lot of that fabric on my shelves. And I have no idea how to use it up.
Present day: I already told you about seeing the Geek Pot on HSN. Of course I ended up buying it. The demonstration on tv was inspiring, as was the potential for lots of meals. It arrived a week ago and it is still sitting on the floor of the living room. I found recipes on Pinterest, but neither Banjo Man nor I have the energy to learn a new trick and cook anything in it. I’m sure we will eventually and we’ll be thrilled, but we’re not even close right now.
During my last drug-hazed weekend on the couch I ended up dropping in on the HSN network again. This time I watched a demonstration of a perfect, miraculous product invented just for people like Banjo Man. I didn’t know such technology existed. It was something that would change our lives (according to the excited women on HSN) and I believed them. Oh, how I believed them!
And…it was deeply discounted. The answer to my prayers. Easy to use. Selling like hot cakes.
I couldn’t order it fast enough.
It’s Banjo Man’s birthday present, so I’m not going to tell you what it is in case he reads the blog between now and the 31st. I give him one hint a day and he is allowed to ask one question a day. Today’s question was “Can I plug it in?”
He’ll never guess, because he wouldn’t know that such a thing existed. Hah!
So today–with no drugs to lower my shopping inhibitions and no HSN to tempt me—I’m going to HOPEFULLY finish stitching 110 blocks together for a baby quilt. The little one was born a few days ago and I’d like her to have it before she starts walking.
I move so slowly these day.
Turtles are faster.