Well, I really ought to stay on the painkillers, and I really need to sleep on my side.
Between two bad decisions I pretty much shot the entire day.
1) Last night I was too drugged and too tired to bother to prop a throw pillow at the edge of bed, such that I could lie down at sort of a 45-degree angle, halfway between my left side and my back. I just laid flat on my back and called it good. Sandra said I snored all night, and by midday the next day we’d attributed my complete lack of energy to sleep apnea.
2) I tried to not take any drugs today. My shoulder knotted up after the first strip, and I fell asleep under a hot pad. I woke an hour later still tired, and napped for ANOTHER hour. About that time, still tired, Sandra and I made the “sleep apnea” diagnosis. I tried to stay clear-headed with some Diet Dr. Thunder (the generic Wal-Mart crap) and it did nothing for me. All afternoon I struggled to get another strip inked, or some other decent work done, but the shoulder stayed knotted, the pain stayed distracting, and my head remained stuffed with cotton.
I feel better now, but I’ve got two Lortab and three naps in me. I managed to get a third strip inked, but I look back at the day and my lack of accomplishing anything makes me grumpy. I suppose part of that is the Lortab — it does something to my filtering system, such that background noise (supplied most frequently by my offspring) intrudes very disruptively, and I’m less patient with the children than I should be.
“Less patient than I should be” is a euphemism for “grouchy monster who cannot stand the sounds of fun.”
Of course, the pain has the same effect, so it’s a wash as far as the kids are concerned. Injured Daddy = Maybe We’d Better Play At A Friend’s House.
ps: Oh, and I was expecting a package that didn’t come today.