1. Medication needs to be ordered? HAH! I looked the prescription up on line to be sure it has no penicillin, and I find it’s the stuff I have in my dresser “To be taken after sex.” (I take it to prevent bladder infections. I still have a year’s worth. We are in a bit of a lull.) I still went ahead and bought the additional eight pills, to be sure I had the freshest antibiotics. If I get bladder infections from Gary just being nearby, imagine what a bladder scope will do to me.
2. Work deadline? HAH! I’m still on schedule. Maybe a smidgen ahead. Things fell into place today with work too. Baffling problems became clear. Long-hoped for files became available.
3. Haircut interferes with tomorrow morning’s meeting? HAH! I rescheduled and he had an opening tonight. I warned him when he asked why I was going to PT. “Don’t ask me that. I will tell you.” I think he will go home and warn his teenager: if she is doing Kegels to prepare herself for sex, that she should stop, because it can get stuck that way.
I need to remember today next time the balls are in the air. Just chill out and give reality a chance to come through.
3 responses to “In Which All the Balls Fall Into Place”
The more I hear about your medical treatment, the more upset I get. Taking antibiotics after sex every time? Won’t that just make your body immune to the antibiotics? I suppose that you are being really up front about not having sex, but really, these pills are not candy.
Isn’t it wonderful when you can actually manage to get it all done? Congratulations.
Tami – Are they candy you can eat, say, every three months? I think we’d be on to a new generation of bugs by then. Hattie – Well, I did forget a pill this morning. And there is no food in the fridge except leftover frozen pizza. But I just need to make it through Friday and things calm right back down.