1. stupidity
I had grand intentions and ideas for my post today, but sadly and due to the above mentioned stupidity I can only think small, short thoughts at the moment.
Here’s what happened. I accidentally took my bedtime pill this morning. The one that makes me sleep soundly all night. It is 10:38 a.m. and I can barely function. I have a meeting at noon. I have to get up in front of people and sleep (that’s funny, I meant to write “speak”). I can’t believe I did this. Oh, wait… yes I can. I did it once before. Only that time I tried to make myself throw up because the pill I had taken had made me really sick the day before. Let’s just say I was unsuccessful, would make a terrible bulimic, and I reached a new low in internet research. I hope you, dear reader, never have to google how to make yourself throw up.
Come to think of it there was another incident which lead to this diagnosis:
2. hypochondriac, shopaholic and bad daughter
I was talking to my mom on the phone and I decided it would be a good time to take my pills and browse through Pottery Barn’s on-line store. And I accidentally took too much medication and ordered a new bedroom set and then I started feeling really warm, but that might be because I had a hot pack on my neck…
My grandmother used to say “Dumb dumb grandma” when she did or said something stupid. And so I find myself repeating her words in my head, inserting Sarah where grandma used to be.
Good bye for now, dumb dumb Sarah is off the Starbucks for a triple latte.
p.s. The silver lining here, and if you know me you know I always try to find the silver lining (and you also know I have a sarcastic streak),
is that my pain is much better.
ill. humored 