Thanks everyone, always appreciated.
Haven't got much time so gonna have to give you a shorty tonight.
Oh shoot, don't let Terribear read that.
I was finally standing in front of the cold medicine, and reading every box.
Now, back at the room, I brought stuff with me, you know, just in case.
But for milder colds, or allergies. You know, the NON DROWSY type.
Which translates into the non usefull type, if it's a bad one.
I took two back in the room. So far? Nada. And that brief respite of glorious hearing I knew wasn't due to them, just a matter of a good swallow.
The thing is, I really , really hate the stuff that actually works. Cuz it knocks me out. It's fine when your sick at home on the weekend, at Disney? No no. But I knew I needed some. I picked up the Benadryl, sever cold formula.
I read the box.
"May cause drowsiness, alcohol may intensify this affect. Use care when operating a car or dangerous machinery."
I buy it, even though I know I'm going to hate it.
I am so sick of that message on any type of pills that I have to take.
Even my blood pressure medicine has that warning.
Why is it that any thing that might help you, has to make you drowsy?
And Benadryl doesn't just make you drowsy, it can put you flat on your back.
Just once I'd like to be given a medicine that has a warning label like:
Warning! MAY CAUSE ALERT, RESPONSIVE THINKING AND A ZEST FOR LIFE!
Oh well.
I open the door to find Diane is up. She's surprised I'm not in my suit down by the pool.
"Hi, honey"
"You'll nebber guedd what appended during the dight."
Oh no.
Not to worry, no plans are being changed.
"Dee? I'm Booting on by doot now. Thee you down by de ool."
I took two more useless pills, ok, ok, and two vics, grabbed my book and I was off. Again, less conversation, the better.
We were going to go down by the bowling pin pool, but my motto this morning is, "the steps you save, may be your own".
I went straight down to the Hippy Dippy, and found the loungers that were by now clearly marked "NEBO and SMIDGY".
Getting into it was another story.
I finally started easing myself down, but what happens is the last third of the way, you kiind of end up falling in.
Ahhh.
The newspapers in my lap, that's a good thing.
My smokes in my suit pocket, another good thing.
I can kick off my clip clops,,,, yes! that's what I always called them growing up, not flip flops,,,,,,another easy thing.
And then I saw my Pop Century refillable mug. To my left, of course just out of reach.
Crap
I could lean so far, but the lounger almost tipped over. I tried sitting up, and I won't tell you what the two words my back yelled at that attempt.
But I could try to "hop" the chair.
For some reason, that didn't hurt that much to try.
Three little hops gave me an inch. A few more and I had it.
Yes!
I leaned back with my coffee and , well, everything might not be right in the world, but it's about as right as I can make it today, so far.
Once settled in for sure, I started looking around me. And there was a lady right behind me at one of the tables, having a cigarette.
I never noticed her when I sat down. My first thought was total embarassment, after the little show I just put on. My second thought was more of the anger type, she had to hear me yelp more than once in pain, and could have easily helped out. But I guess now that I think about it, I"m sure it was an entertaining show, so I guess I can't blame her for watching.
It seems like everytime I am at this pool, things go wrong. From the May trip when I thought I might be having a stroke, to trying to ignore the rain falling on me to now this.
I looked at the yo-yos. They were behaving again.
The second dose of useless pill helped a bit , I could still hear somewhat.
And of course the vics were kicking in now too, which led to great thoughts like, "gee, I can't breathe." "Yeah, so, who cares. Look at the yo- yos."
Diane came down and joined me. I was jealous watching her get in the chair.
" Huddy? Wood you do be a faber?"
" Dee dat wuben right behide uth at da table?"
" Wood you just go and slug her for be?"
We sat and talked abit for a while, and then I clogged up again and couldn't hear. But we're still going to Magic Kingdom, for lunch, do some stuff, see Stressfull Magic parade, and then Wishes.
That's gonna be it for tonight. Hey Melinda, does any part of the bad back, the hydrocodone, and the frequency of getting colds sound familiar to you?
Oh..............my goodness! There is almost too much funny in there to discuss in one post. 
Kinda like watching Monty Python.
