I’m not usually one to bitch and moan, but that was one bad weekend!
After trudging through some inky-dinky town’s parade on Saturday, my feet are hurting. Boots that do just fine at Faire are no good for asphalt.
Same parade got me sunburnt. Yeah, I know - my fault for forgetting that while it may be overcast, we’re in it for six hours and it adds up.
Found out that a friend had a poor experience with Vicodin prescribed for a knee injury. He wasn’t himself and assaulted his kid. His wife’s not pressing charges, but the state is. Zero-tolerance and all that, despite the pharmaceutical origin. Once he’s recovered from the knee surgery, he’s got eleven months in jail. Just a nice guy next door sort - I don’t think he’ll fare too well in jail. Certainly won’t serve any purpose other than to make the politicians happy for putting another person in jail.
Yesterday, I was feeling very bad - tired, twitchy, confused, loss of physical coordination and so on. Was thinking “I’ve not felt this bad since that time a few years ago when I ran out of Synthroid on vacation” … Oh crap. Guess what I forgot to take this morning? Took it right then, and again this morning, but still not back to normal.
The vacuum cleaner was making funny noises yesterday, and the thing spat out part of the brush roller and a streak of molten plastic. Guess the roller got jammed, overheated and the plastic bits melted.
So the score is: feet hurt, sunburn, feel like crap, friend going to jail, broken vacum cleaner, black plastic melted onto beige carpet.
So how was *your * weekend?