I have never been one to actually follow those labels on the back on pill bottles. Being of the philosophy that if two aspirin will make me feel a little better than I guarantee that ten will make me stand up, salute and sing a song of sixpence.
So, Aleve says you are supposed to take two pills every twelve hours. So, being the somewhat intelligent man I am, I do a little math and determine that if I take four of them every six hours, then I will really get an awesome dose. True they make me a little lightheaded, but they make My kneecaps stop from swelling tot he size of grapefruits and make it possible for Me to walk a little bit after work each night.
I got home this morning and was on the floor exhausted. It was just the two of us there last night and we had a huge truck come in. Mind you, it is a little supermarket for the chain, but 8000 cases is still a lot to put up in 8 hours. I threw about six and a half Myself and Gary, My younger, slightly retarded partner in crime, did the rest. I am not cocky when I say that it is actually because I am taller. He cannot put the forty pounds of dog food eight feet in the air, I can.
I crapped out for a whopping three and a half hours and found Myself awake. What disturbs Me the most about that fact is that I will complain for the next two days, My days off, about how tired I am. My brain will not allow Me to sleep, so after awhile I give up the ghost.
Tonight, I am going bowling. I haven't been bowling in ten years and I am looking forward to it. I am in agonizing pain, but the four of us get to do so little as a family as of late, I refuse to pass up an opportunity, even if I have to walk there and back.
Love, Laughs, Hugs and BearHugs to all who want and need them.
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