I think all my hippie, if-it's-yellow-let-it-mellow tendencies get ruined by the fact that the automatic toilets at work flush at least twice every time I enter the stall.
Which is to say that I'm back at work after the previous post.
IUD lessons learned:
- I need a special card to fill prescriptions, which I did not have when I went to Fred Meyer.
- Vicodin did not touch the pain. Hence the day off from work yesterday.
- Vicodin makes me ill. Only a tub of Alka Seltzer and my iron will kept me from getting sick last night.