Last night was a high pain night. I took some narcotics hoping to sleep. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. Last night it didn't. Now here's what you need to know about me on pain meds: I become a totally jumpy frady cat. I'm like the dumb girl in a B-movie horror film. It's ridiculous.
Here's what else you need to know. 1.) I have an over-the-top, completely unreasonable, there is no talking me down from it, full on Phobia of mice. 2.) I live on a farm surrounded by farms. 3.) Our neighbors tore their house down and are rebuilding on the same site. Mice run from heavy machinery. 4.) In an attempt to provoke me to murder, my 19 yr old left the ground level window to his pig sty of a room standing open for DAYS because he lost his key and didn't want to pay the $2 to have a new one made. 5.) We now have mice in our basement and our son is lucky to be alive.
So last night was the perfect storm. Mouse invasion. Pain med psychosis. Exhaustion. So there I am. Sitting with my little 8 yr old, snuggling him as he falls asleep when the toys in his bin shift. I, very calmly, jerk my entire body into a sitting position as I scream out or my husband and my son laughs hysterically. Very calming for bedtime.
Hours later I'm walking down the stairs when I step on a Beenie baby's head. It sure felt like a mouse...I sure did scream! Then my 14 yr old, who is savvy enough to seize the opportunity to scare mom when it arises, keeps saying things like, "What was that?!" as he points to random corners, or he'd sneak up behind me and say, "MOM!" And I'd scream and jump. Thankfully, I'm just coherent enough to be able to laugh along with my family when I'm acting like a total spaz.
See? Chronic pain can be fun!