Apparently, my kidlet and I were in the throes of a drugged pity party when I decided to write down our thoughts. Here's how I wrote them:
A day in the life of kidlet and Elizabeth
sleep a bit
take sips of water
pretend to read
have Nonnie shove food down our throats
watch old re-runs
cry a little
kneel at Nonnie's feet & vow undying love
take 40 minutes to take a stinkin' shower because I can't bend over
cry for Nonnie to come save us for an hour or so
How sad is that? I remember my Mom keeping track of our medicine intake which I'm grateful for, because in our state, we might have just swallowed the entire bottle all at once!
At the time it was really sad and I thought it'd never end but looking back on it, and having read my "journal" it's pretty funny. I love the entry where I wrote "hallucinate." That was fairly true. The unfair part was that my kidlet recovered in about 3 days from her ordeal. It's been a little over a year and I'm still recovering. It comes in handy sometimes because if I want to get out of something (
housework) I can say it's too painful. If I'm particularly bubble headed one day, I can blame it on pain pills. It's a win-win situation. I wonder if people will still believe me in 7 or 8 years. Hope so.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!