HEALTHY DELUSION

It wasn't until I got home yesterday that I realized work had clopped me a good one. Long day, with lots of noise. My feet hurt like billy-o. What had delayed the realization was 800 mg of acetominophen. A miraculous substance. One especially loved by autistic single moms, per our politicians. Who are stark raving mad.

My evening routine on work days is to fix myself a cup of coffee, sit in front of the computer looking up stuff on Wikipedia or doomscrolling, and hitting "like" under social media posts. Such as the seance cartoon where they've summoned a pizza delivery guy, or the dark nursing humour page. Or pipe smoker postings.


The acetominophen was an extra strength caplet at nine in the morning, and half a regular tab in mid-afternoon. Acetominophen works for around twelve hours, with minor continuing effect for another twelve afterwards. There are cautions about using it too much too often.

Just call me the Tylenol whisperer.


It's usually the right leg that's the problem. Sometimes only the right leg. That's why we're going to do the angioplasty there first. See how it holds, then the left.

Which inevitably brings up things like gooey Brie, Stilton, cheesy poofs, Cheddar flavoured crisp biscuits, smoked Edam, and that it's a darn good thing that I have the digestion of a pre-menstrual woman AND am taking statins.

I snacked a bit after coming home.

Statins made it guilt-free.



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