I’m in the slow process of moving my Webby Tiger Piss posts to a different location, so I’ll mention this real fast while it’s fresh in my memory.
I was having a really bad day, yesterday, with extra painful seizures, etc. I just couldn’t stop the spasms. My hands were jerking back over and over so that my wrists were killing me, etc, etc. Anyway, by 5:30pm, I figured to hell with it and went to bed. I’d had enough Benadryl in me to snooze for a while, and it felt better than what I was going through, even though I was still doing it while I slept.
Anyway, to the funny part!
I woke up at about 8:30pm and took my pills, including Ambien. Then I sat there for a while, waiting for muscle relaxers to kick in and relieve some of the pain before trying to sleep some more. Nope! I got webby instead.
I stood up and told Robin there are pork steaks in the fridge and they needed cooked. I put them on the grill (we have a Flavorwave oven that I love to cook on) and doctored them up. Then I put some nice big potatoes in the microwave. The baked potatoes were done way before the steaks, of course, so I buttered them up, put salt and pepper on them, and said, “Let’s eat this!”
She joined me at the table and we enjoyed our potatoes. When we were finished, I turned the steaks over and put them on for a little longer, then I got the dog treats out was determined to teach our dog, Opal, to speak before they were done. Nash knows how, but Opal has always been stubborn with that command. Well, several treats later, I put them up and went to bed.
Robin was like, “Um, what about the steaks?”
But I was out like a light. When the oven beeped, she ate a small one and put the rest away, and I didn’t even remember making them when I got up today.