Doc's Drugs are Special and I Don't Do Bored Well

This comes as no surprise to me, but I don't really enjoy not being busy. Thus while the last few days have been relaxing it was starting to make me a little more crazy. Today is my first work day since last Tuesday. Normally this would mean I went out of town, but in this case I was off for my regular Crohn's check-up that I had been avoiding for a while and then decided that gas was too expensive to drive anywhere for Saturday through Monday.

So I won't go into details on what exactly I mean by the "regular" Crohn's check-up. It isn't fun and takes about two days from the time I stopped eating until the drugs wore off. One of the multiple reasons I don't drink is actually from just how little I enjoy having my brain warped by the drugs given for the check-up, namely Versed (makes you forget) and Demerol (a good bit of it). Brian actually went along to drive me home and now is only the second person outside of my family and the various medical professionals to see me really loopy on drugs.

While I stated I don't like what the drugs do to me, I do find it amusing in a third-party sort of way. After the relaxing feeling of drifting off, I vaguely remember coming back to world and seeing Brian, who had been brought into the room, watching me with a somewhat quizzical expression on his face. I had a lengthy conversation with the doctor some of which I recall, thankfully the important bits, but not much. Why they even try talking to you at that point is beyond me. I also remember that looking around was like watching the world through a fish tank or like the cheesy TV sitcom wavy dream. I actually was lucid enough to call my Mom, which given Brian's look when I asked for the phone was probably not something he thought was a good idea.

I actually made it to the car in one piece and when we got to my apartment Brian followed me up to make sure I didn't kill myself on the stairs before leaving me to rest. I will be the first to admit that I didn't walk a straight line the entire journey. Besides eating and going to take a nap I really don't recall much after saying bye. Oddly enough I do know that I reorganized the cans of fruit nectar in my fridge at some point and did something that caused a few bruises on my legs, probably ran into a table or something. Thankfully the worst of the trip was over by mid afternoon when I woke up from my nap.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful to the point that I read 3 1/2 books, watched a lot of TV, walked several miles, cleaned the entire apartment and got laundry done as well as running a few errands and burning a lot of time playing Civilization 4. The only thing really worthy of mention was that Sunday I finally figured out that there are over 6 miles of nice hiking/walking/biking trails just down the street from my apartment that even include an underpass for the state highway. Too bad I didn't try this sooner. I picked up a map for the trails today so that will help in the future.

Hope you're not too bored after reading that.