That Codeine is great stuff if they give you enough. It does make you dopey though.
Today I went to Andrea’s farewell lunch at the Katanning recreation centre. She is leaving after eight years service to the Shire. Will I still be here in eight years I wonder? I sincerely hope not. I would be nearly seventy. I rose early this morning to make something to contribute to the food at the farewell, and having no makings for sausage rolls, tried out cheesy puffs from a recipe shared by Meg instead. They should have been bacon cheesy puffs but there would be Muslim friends there so I skipped the bacon and added my own touches. Frankly, on trying the result, though they were ok, I thought they would have benefitted from the bacon. As it happens Abbey had tried my recipe for sausage rolls, and made a good job of it.
But I digress.
I took my medication this morning with breakfast, and soon reaped the benefit in terms of pain reduction. According to the label I should not drive “if affected” but I was not THAT affected, I thought, and it is just a two km drive to the rec centre and back. I knew I could manage that.
While out the doctor’s surgery called me to invite me to attend tomorrow and discuss the results of the x-ray and ultrasound scan. Soon I shall have some form of prognosis I hope.
However, after lunch, I felt the drowsiness of which I had been warned. On my return home after getting even more drowsy while trying to read Clash of Kings I decided I needed a nap so at about 1430 retired with the breathing machine attached to my face and with Tom Waits’ cheesegrater voice singing me to sleep.
Sleep I did, awaking in total confusion at 1800, shoulder aching, and thinking I had missed my medical appointment. Then I thought it must be morning. It took a careful look at the clock, a few minutes rational thought and a cup of coffee to sort out when I was.
About an hour ago I rang the physiotherapist and left a message on her answerphone.