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verbminxIt's been quite a day.
Got up around 11, feeling better than I had been feeling in the past few days. I don't really recall what I did for the next few hours... probably the usual procrastination and slacking. Then I got ready to go study at a bookstore (an hour away, but it's a good place to blow a few hours, if nothing else). Then I managed to do the most spectacular of several boneheaded things I've done today.
I was feeling feverish and achy, so I took my usual "cocktail" - 2 Aleve, 2 high-test Tylenol (I used to use Extra Strength, 500mg, but since I discovered Arthritis Formula, 650mg lasting 8 hours, I've made the switch - and yes, my doctor says this cocktail is safe as long as I'm not doing it all the time). My mother was in the other room and asked for 2 of my Tylenol. I cheerfully got them out of the bottle, got distracted, and took the Tylenol in my hand that had been meant for her.
For anyone keeping count, that's 2600mg plus Aleve plus my usual Guaifenesin and Paxil. I called my doctor's office rather frantically and was reassured that I hadn't taken a particularly large overdose and that I would probably be drowsy and have a stomachache. My stomach has felt mildly irritated, but other than that I have been OK. If I had died, I hope that someone would have nominated me for a Darwin Award.
After that we sat at the bookstore for hours and I looked at dozens of books and didn't buy ANYthing. Came close with bell hooks' all about love and the bio (by Amanda Foreman, I think?) Georgianna, Duchess of Devonshire, both of which are new in paperback. I read most of Colors magazine, which focused on a Burundian refugee camp in Tanzania and was eye-opening and distressing. I flipped through a literal ton of other things but nothing caught me tightly enough.
Then I had either a panic attack or a "sensory storm" (which is a pre-seizure state that CFIDS patients manifest & is characterized by a feeling of terror & weirdness & being overwhelmed)... had to turn off the radio, slow down the car, etc. Had a mildly harrowing 20 minutes or so, then felt better.
Blah blah blah. Honestly, an uninteresting day filled with me doing either necessary things or silly things or downright foolish and dangerous things. Now I'm tired and it's raining and I'm going to go to sleep (after I say goodnight to Ragdoll, that is).
Got up around 11, feeling better than I had been feeling in the past few days. I don't really recall what I did for the next few hours... probably the usual procrastination and slacking. Then I got ready to go study at a bookstore (an hour away, but it's a good place to blow a few hours, if nothing else). Then I managed to do the most spectacular of several boneheaded things I've done today.
I was feeling feverish and achy, so I took my usual "cocktail" - 2 Aleve, 2 high-test Tylenol (I used to use Extra Strength, 500mg, but since I discovered Arthritis Formula, 650mg lasting 8 hours, I've made the switch - and yes, my doctor says this cocktail is safe as long as I'm not doing it all the time). My mother was in the other room and asked for 2 of my Tylenol. I cheerfully got them out of the bottle, got distracted, and took the Tylenol in my hand that had been meant for her.
For anyone keeping count, that's 2600mg plus Aleve plus my usual Guaifenesin and Paxil. I called my doctor's office rather frantically and was reassured that I hadn't taken a particularly large overdose and that I would probably be drowsy and have a stomachache. My stomach has felt mildly irritated, but other than that I have been OK. If I had died, I hope that someone would have nominated me for a Darwin Award.
After that we sat at the bookstore for hours and I looked at dozens of books and didn't buy ANYthing. Came close with bell hooks' all about love and the bio (by Amanda Foreman, I think?) Georgianna, Duchess of Devonshire, both of which are new in paperback. I read most of Colors magazine, which focused on a Burundian refugee camp in Tanzania and was eye-opening and distressing. I flipped through a literal ton of other things but nothing caught me tightly enough.
Then I had either a panic attack or a "sensory storm" (which is a pre-seizure state that CFIDS patients manifest & is characterized by a feeling of terror & weirdness & being overwhelmed)... had to turn off the radio, slow down the car, etc. Had a mildly harrowing 20 minutes or so, then felt better.
Blah blah blah. Honestly, an uninteresting day filled with me doing either necessary things or silly things or downright foolish and dangerous things. Now I'm tired and it's raining and I'm going to go to sleep (after I say goodnight to Ragdoll, that is).
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