An Okay Day Today

     I awoke when my husband's alarm went off - 4:30 MST - and couldn't fall back asleep because of the pain.  I took my phenergan (to prevent nausea/emesis, a side effect of my pain meds), waited 25 miserable minutes, then took my oxycontins (2 X 20mg tabs) and two 10/325 oxycodone.  It took about half an hour for it to kick in fully and allow me to try to get back to sleep, but I was awake for the better part of an hour anyway.
     Shortly after Jeff's alarm went off, right after he got out of the shower, the power went off.  Or, more accurately, some of the power outlets stopped puttin' out the juice, while others were fine.  A call to the maintenance department of our apartment complex informed us that the issue was due to Xcel (the company which has a monopoly of power here in Denver) and there was no ETA as for when it would be up and fixed.  Thank goodness it went out five minutes AFTER his alarm, not five before, or he most certainly would've slept in late.  All I could think about was how many people in this apartment complex are going to be late to the bus or work or school because the power (spottily) went out @ 4:35 AM.
     Anyway, I don't remember Jeff leaving, so I must've gone back to sleep by 5:30 or so.  I got a few good hours in, waking up around 10.  Did my yoga and was extra glad for having awakened earlier that morning, as the two 20mg oxy's were helping me SO much with my exercises.  Didn't make it to the pool but I did make it to the shower.  I even got all nice and ready and put earrings, necklace, nice shirt and jeans, and makeup on!  Now THAT is a good day, just that alone!
     How sad is that, though?  That a 'good' day means taking a shower and making myself somewhat presentable?  I was lucky enough to spend the late afternoon and most of the evening with my dear friend, my 'brutha from anutha mutha,' Jon, and his boyfriend Michael today.  We went on a double date out to eat at a Vietnamese-Chinese fusion restaurant near our home, called 'Golden Saigon.'  I got the chef's plate calamari but it wasn't nearly as good as it sounded on the menu.  In my opinion calamari should ALWAYS be breaded but maybe that's just mah southern roots a'talkin'.
     Just took my nightly pills: 60mg X propranolol (hypertension), 100mg X chlorpromazine (cyclic vomiting and BP II), 25mg X phenergan (nausea), 4mg X xanax (to help me keep from worrying myself awake all night), 40 X oxycontin (so as not to awaken from pain during the night), and 75mg X nortryptiline (cyclic vomiting and depressive side of bipolar).  What a mouthful.  Literally.
    I look back and only ten years ago I could've seen myself being a literal rocket scientist at my age now but the current picture?  Not even close.  I can't even hold down a job bacuse of all the sick days I'd have to take.  I could do it, yeah, but how many HR reps are going to hire a person who would be chronically vomiting in the cubicle next to half a dozen more people?  As if, "Don't worry it's not contagious' will even be believed much less make it more bearable. Please.
    That's all for tonight my dearies! Feel free to email me, leave a comment, or post a comment on my husband's facebook wall (Jeffery Conner DOB 6/8/80).  Til next time, peace and I hope you all feel better than I do!