A *happy* church post!

So my pain has been steadily been getting worse.

Joy!

But I'm still a billion times better than I was even a month ago. I can actually participate with the family (more than listening from bed) and cuddles and snuggles are easier and sleeping is still easier. So all good things (despite its continuing slacking in the pain department.)

Today we were late for church- really there were a myriad of things that went wrong and we debated right at the end if we should go or do something else as a family. We decided to go, how ridiculous is our logic. The husband and I are well religiously educated- so you don't need to pray for our souls!

Anyway- I didn't realize how fast I was walking into the sanctuary to our seats until I left The Husband behind! OOPS! I almost felt up to singing, the Catholicness of the baptist church did not make me wimpier and whine as much (well, I still fussed but that's because seriously, we sit and stand more times than one does in a catholic service!)

I was feeling pretty great!

The Big and Little did fantastic in church and really other than missing the welcome video and one song, It was a perfect day.


Then we got home- and this is where the "it was indeed to good to be true" kicks in. I ate my lunch and during lunch The Little started screeching. Like louder and higher than a soprano. He wanted his dog, and it was taking to long to cook, even though he had eaten his whole meal. So the point and scream started.

Bunny trail: Have you ever tried to reason with a one year old? If you dont have kids you dont realize that at The Littles age- just under 18 months- some of them, like Big, listen well and do on command. Others are like Little. They look at you and grin while they scream at the top of their lungs because of the attention. Dont try and ignore it, because for some reason mine just get louder.

Back to the story: Little is singing the song of his people to try and encourage his dog to cook faster. Since of course Little's logic is flawed (turn up heat to the toaster oven to cook it faster) he gets more and more aggravated and turns it up a notch. Meanwhile that feeling comes on to me. I had just finished my juicy, greasy, yummy, bacon laden cheese burger. I was licking the yummyness of off my fingers (really that is code for the french fry salt) when that feeling. Its like the whole room shakes and vibrates and darkens with each note of the aforementioned song.

I thought, in that moment, Oh its just the song Little is singing (Big had started signing back up vocals at this time- to our dismay) So I went and laid on the couch, the volume change did not help. With every note had the same reaction. I grabbed a knitted blanket and placed it on my eyes. It helped some, but the notes were still piercing.

Now, the dilemma.

Cause everything in life is not free: my medication comes with certain risks. Unlike some narcotics I cant just pop and Excedrin and be done with it. No, I had to consult my pharmacist- who was absent! So she didn't get back to me until a bit ago, after I had taken a 4 hour nap, drunk 4 cups of coffee, had a few bottles of water and almost drove a knife into my brain through my ear.

So, for such a good morning I've had such a bad afternoon. I just took another dose of my med's and things are better. I'm really hoping this does not become a common side effect.