Well, crikey.
I finished up The Filing, which means the last of the gathered up stuff, some of which went into a book box marked “Misc.,” and decided if I were going to get to work on the kitchen, I’d better take the next dose of morphine, and make sure the extra half-pill is included.
So I did. I thought. I remember the cup with just a little water, and I remember the snack, but what I DON’T remember is if I actually took the bottle down and took two pills out of it.
So I’ll wait about 30 minutes, and then get up and get to work in the kitchen. It will take me about 30 minutes of being on my feet and bending over to pack a box before I realize whether I actually took the pills or not.
And don’t worry, folks. This short-term memory thing is common with CFIDS, so I’m good. One thing is for sure — I won’t take another dose until the last one in due at bedtime.
Nope. I didn’t take the pills.
However, I did get one box packed, as well as the filing done, and did an inventory on the boxes left to be used, and if things go the way I hope they will, I won’t need to buy any more boxes.
I’m going to pack one more box in a minute and then call it good. Tomorrow, I will keep better track of my pill taking, so maybe I can breeze through this thing and call it “DONE!”
The only other thing of any massive importance is to decide what goes in the suitcase and what is to be left out for church.
Seeing what I’ve already packed, knowing what I have left to pack and remembering what I brought into this place, I think I’ve gotten rid of about half of what came with me. Happy day! ;o]