One of those days...

It has been one of those days.

Today was my very first experience with a prescribed narcotic to prevent pain (well, second experience...my first was about 7 years ago when I got some drugs to take after the removal of my wisdom teeth).  This time, the meds are for pain before surgery.  I have to have surgery next week for a herniated disc and between now and then, I can't take the Advil that I've been reliant on for the last months.  Something about the Advil being a blood thinner and how that's not good before you get cut by a knife.  In any event, I've been taking hydrocodone for about 6 hours.  And it feels fuzzy.  I feel fuzzy.  I hate taking drugs period and I thought I could handle the pain without any meds.  I'm tough.  I birthed a baby without drugs.  What's a little herniated disc?  IT IS WORSE than childbirth.  By far.  So I have found my limit.  It is the herniated disc.  And I need drugs.

The pain and subsequent drugs made the day "one of those days".  But wait, there's more...

Before I went to work today I put on some black leggings.  I wanted to wear my black leggings so I put them on.  Nothing strange there, right? Well I wore the leggings on Sunday and I'd done some laundry since then, so when I pulled the leggings out of the closet, I just assumed they were the ones I'd worn and washed.  So I get to work and I'm thinking, "Gee, these leggings seem pretty stretched out." The were all bunchy around my knees and butt.  But after acknowledging the unusual stretchiness, I put it out of my mind.  Until I went to pee.  When I pulled down my leggings to use the toilet (don't think about that too much), I realized why the leggings were feeling odd.  Turns out they were not my leggings but some black long underwear I'd bought for a ski trip two years ago.  So yea.  I was wearing long underwear instead of pants.  And I'm a lawyer.  In an office.  Where I see people.  Some of whom are clients.  And that was before things got fuzzy from the drugs.

It's just been one of those days.