For the first time since New Years, I took a day off – well, almost a whole day off. I did work on work stuff for about three hours. But, I also made a point to have some FUN! I haven’t done anything with my local friends in a long, long time. Last week I was supposed to go to Tina’s party, but I was sick. Tuesday I’m missing her birthday party because I have to work.
So, yesterday afternoon Tina and I went donation hunting for camp fire. We walked around and asked businesses to donate things for the silent auction. The weather was beautiful. I felt great. And, best of all, I got some very much needed exercise.
Afterwards we went to Echo and Karen’s for a game night. We had a wonderful dinner and a great time playing Phase 10. (It’s a fun game if you’ve never played it.) Tina B. was there as was Shannon, a former adventure fitness kid that’s all grown up now. She’s living with Echo and Karen for a few months as she has a part in a local play – a paying gig!
I had a ball. It was nice to be social for a change. Echo and Karen also love folk music and Echo serves on the committee for CrossCurrents, a local group that organizes various folk music events around Kansas City. So, they were playing samples of some of their favorite CDs and, of course, there wasn’t a bad one in the bunch.
The one mishap of the evening was my fault of course. I realized after we’d eaten that I hadn’t taken my medication, including my Pirfenidone/placebo. So, I retrieved the pill box from my purse, set it on the table, and went to open a bottle of carbonated water. The water exploded. It went everywhere and over everything. I felt so bad because I knew those bottles were a bit prone to explosion, and I just forgot all about it.
Of course, one of the items to get soaked was a week’s worth of pills. I was more worried about Echo and Karen’s table and floor – they were more worried about my pills as Karen rescued them.
But, some of them, even with just a bit of moisture, couldn’t be saved. They’re sort of stuck together and sticky.
Today I had to track down Kevin, tell him what happened, and get the pill mishap recorded. I think it’s okay. I think I have enough pills to get me through to my next NIH visit.
The thing is I feel so responsible for these pills! They’re like gold! I have to carefully count them and account for every last one of them. When I travel, I’m scared I’ll forget a bottle of them in some hotel room and it will be some major crisis as we try to account for the missing drugs. Grin! So far that hasn’t happened, knock on wood. So far the worst I’ve done is destroy a weeks worth of meds with a little carbonated water.
So, yesterday afternoon Tina and I went donation hunting for camp fire. We walked around and asked businesses to donate things for the silent auction. The weather was beautiful. I felt great. And, best of all, I got some very much needed exercise.
Afterwards we went to Echo and Karen’s for a game night. We had a wonderful dinner and a great time playing Phase 10. (It’s a fun game if you’ve never played it.) Tina B. was there as was Shannon, a former adventure fitness kid that’s all grown up now. She’s living with Echo and Karen for a few months as she has a part in a local play – a paying gig!
I had a ball. It was nice to be social for a change. Echo and Karen also love folk music and Echo serves on the committee for CrossCurrents, a local group that organizes various folk music events around Kansas City. So, they were playing samples of some of their favorite CDs and, of course, there wasn’t a bad one in the bunch.
The one mishap of the evening was my fault of course. I realized after we’d eaten that I hadn’t taken my medication, including my Pirfenidone/placebo. So, I retrieved the pill box from my purse, set it on the table, and went to open a bottle of carbonated water. The water exploded. It went everywhere and over everything. I felt so bad because I knew those bottles were a bit prone to explosion, and I just forgot all about it.
Of course, one of the items to get soaked was a week’s worth of pills. I was more worried about Echo and Karen’s table and floor – they were more worried about my pills as Karen rescued them.
But, some of them, even with just a bit of moisture, couldn’t be saved. They’re sort of stuck together and sticky.
Today I had to track down Kevin, tell him what happened, and get the pill mishap recorded. I think it’s okay. I think I have enough pills to get me through to my next NIH visit.
The thing is I feel so responsible for these pills! They’re like gold! I have to carefully count them and account for every last one of them. When I travel, I’m scared I’ll forget a bottle of them in some hotel room and it will be some major crisis as we try to account for the missing drugs. Grin! So far that hasn’t happened, knock on wood. So far the worst I’ve done is destroy a weeks worth of meds with a little carbonated water.
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