Friday, March 21, 2008

Not Worth A Damn On Lortab 10mg


I only take a Lortab when I have breakthrough pain from wearing my morphine patch. Yesterday was one of those days my pain was wearing me down. I tried like the little red engine that could, but I finally gave up and took a Lortab for relief.







It is ironic how I can function on morphine, but I cannot function on Lortab. When I take a Lortab, I am in another world until I drift off to sleep. I blame what happened on my loving husband. Here I am thinking we retired for the night until he said, “A boudain sure sounds good right about now”. Of course, I tried to ignore his comment, then he says, “It taste sooo much better when you fix it”. Finally, my reply was, “You know how to do it because I showed you how”. Which is putting a rack in the electric skillet, fill it with water to the rim of the rack, wrap the boudain in foil, place it on top of the rack, turn on and place the top on the skillet.

Thinking he would take care of it himself, I thought no more of it he dosed off and I was in my world of narcotics feeling no pain. Until he popped his head up as if he never dosed off around 11:00pm with the same request. Being the woman I am and because he take good care of me and because I love this man with all my heart. I went downstairs and took a frozen boudain out the freezer to steam to perfection for my man. I knew the boudain had to steam for about 30 minutes to be just right, so I retreated upstairs to our bedroom until it was time remove the boudain from the electric skillet that was on high.







By the grace of God, I woke up at 3:48am, I was in a fog state and I smelled something cooking. I did not remember cooking anything so I did not rush downstairs to see if I had anything on the stove. I sat up in my bed wondering why I am smelling food after about 5 minutes I realized I freaking forgot I put a boudain in the electric skillet to steam a few minutes after 11:00 last night.

Not knowing what to expect when I went downstairs to the kitchen in a panic I grab the fire extinguisher (I keep a fire extinguisher upstairs) and rushed down the stairs. Whew, no flames, no kitchen full of smoke, and most importantly the electric skillet looked fine from first observation. I slowly opened the lid to view the inside and because I thought, the boudain was going to explode once I lift the lid. All I could do was thank God all was well.

Unfortunately, for my husband I woke him up and told him, “I will not honor anymore late night hunger cravings if I had taken a Lortab and it was his fault the house could have burned down”. I relaxed by going to the Fields and following up on my comment to post Reverend Wrights entire sermons.

4 comments:

Diane J Standiford said...

You gotta do what ya gotta do.

Blinders Off said...

Diane that is why I keep getting my Lortabs refilled :)

All of Me said...

oh wow...you were lucky huh? may i ask...what pain are you having with your MS?

Blinders Off said...

I was lucky and I am going to answer your question on a post.