Stomach, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me??

Damnit, I thought we were friends! Last night due to my back being sore I had to take some pain pills. Now I'm sure you are wondering right now why my back was sore (or not, but I'm going to tell that little story now anyway). From televison. My back is sore from television. No not from watching it, from lifting it. And not just lifting it, but from carrying it. And the television was heavy, heavier than both my kids combined, but I still picked it up and carried it inside. Now stop that looking all confused shit. I was engaged in the time honored apartment dwelling tradition of Dumpster Diving. It's genetic I suppose, my father was a maintenance man for 25 years and he has outfitted his entire kitchen with fabulous appliances by dumpster diving, not only that but he also brought home a brand new entertainment center and washer/dryer. So don't knock it.

But I digress, I could go on about the joys of Dumpster Diving and the fond memories of my sister and I doing it, but this post is about me, pain pills and my stomach. Back to me. Monday as I walk back from getting Super Girl on the bus I spied a big 'ol television with a sign on it that said FREE. Being as my little television is well little and the speakers are going and I'm super cheap and super broke, I figured this was a gift from the Gods (of Television of course). Luckily for me this was only two doors from me because as I've mentioned before, it was fucking heavy. I got it as far as the neighbor's door when I had to set it down. Then I had to set it down every two steps, but I achieved my objective and there now sits a big heavy televison in my living room for the express purpose of mesmerizing my children (hey school is out on Friday - I have to have something to do with them!!). And Tuesday when I woke, I had not only a new televison but a sore back (and arms). Ahhhhh muscle strain!

It was time to hit K's medicine cabinet. K has a several bottles of narcotic type stuff for his migraines (which, thankfully he hasn't gotten in quite a while). The last time I had back pain I took some Naproxen which worked well, but made me sleepy. So I put off taking anything until bedtime last night. When I go to look for the Naproxen, I can not find it, meaning K 'cleaned up' and I will probably never find it because he didn't put in back in the right place. *sigh* So I start checking lables, Hydrocodone... no, I decided to pass on the hillbilly herione as I might need it if Courtney Love ever visits or if I need to make a quick buck on the street. The next up was Vicoprofen, no I'd never heard of this before, but it said it was for pain and I was in pain, so I took it. Then went to get ready for bed. About half an hour later I realized as I stared in the mirror aimlessly that "hey... I think these pills are kicking in" and stumbled off to bed. By the time I lay down my stomach is hurting and I have to get up and go throw up and repeat that for the next two hours every thirty minutes. No fun.

So now... I'm tired today and my back is still a little sore. So I took something - Tylenol - and I'm going to go lay on the couch while my child is memsmerized by the BIG TV.

Later... I'll have photos of the dress. Lady Mara's handfasting dress. But now, rest, then more sewing.