Adib is my arabic teacher and in keeping with everyone else on this hospital campus, is fully aware that I have been “popping pills” this week. Prescription nonetheless, but still, apply the term while you can. I was being particularly silly in class today (those of you that know me in person know what this looks like) and Adib looks at me, shakes his head in the quintessential Arab male way, and asks me if I don’t regularly pop pills. I confess I laughed.
Yep, typical me, making everyone wonder what in the world I am smoking. I find it very unfair that most people are so grumpy that there must be something wrong with you if you are actually happy. *Steps off soap box*
But with all that being said, I am honestly quite pleased to be coming off the mind boggling drugs and actually beginning to have coherent thoughts again. My back got a little stiff last night at work but I grabbed an ice pack and just rested for a little bit. It always helps to have awesome, rather maternal co-workers who can take one look at you and see the problem. The day I actually manage to get anything past Vasantha will be an epic one.
Anyhoo…chicken salad has been made and is in the fridge wait for me to eat it now that the maintenance guys have finished cleaning the AC in the kitchen. Oh, and pictures have been hung in the living room which means I have no excuse to not take pictures for you people anymore. I’ll do my best to get that done this week.
Love to all!!!
Unconventional Womanhood 