Just a side note to say I think I'm getting over the thing I'm taking antibiotics for (the putative sinus infection) but now I have a toothache. Which means I'm experimenting with the tramadol the doctor prescribed for the strained back. I never used it at the time because I was too strung out to get to the pharmacy until the backache was better enough to not medicate. The tramadol makes me feel a little out of it and I think it may be making my hands shake but not very much. It also doesn't make the toothache go away very much. Yes, I'm going to the dentist tomorrow morning at eight. The tooth in question I thought had already had a root canal, but maybe I'm wrong.
So the other day I was wondering how one would know one was developing a dependence on the codeine cough syrup. I decided it would be that you would find yourself trying to justify a dose when you weren't having a coughing fit. Guess what happened yesterday? Right. I was standing in the bathroom trying to think of reasons I should have a dose of codeine cough syrup right now.
I have stopped taking it as of yesterday. Even when I have the unstoppable, rib-aching, piss-squirting, nauseating coughing fits. Which come pretty reliably after dark and in the middle of the workday (but not in the middle of a not-work day). Now I'm taking the dextromethorphan cough syrup when that happens. It seems to work, though not as fast.
I planted rosemary again today. Since my old one gave up the ghost at nearly thirty years of age I've been having trouble getting a new one established. I have tried different spots. Hopefully I've got it right now. It was lovely working out there. The dog considers it her due for me to throw the weeds for her to chase, so I do that. There are alwasys surprises. Things I didn't know were coming back, things I never knew were even out there. Today I discovered that my plan to naturalize parsley in the garden has succeeded beyond my imagination or even desire. Meaning that I had to weed out some rather large plants which were growing in some inconvenient places. I think we're in for parsley soup, tonight.
If I could live on violet leaves and parsley and borage I'd be set for life.
More substance sometime when I'm not jonesing on pain meds I can't have.
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