From this:
To this:
in less than three weeks!Okay, so funny story about today--
I had a headache this morning and I asked Nick to get me one of my ibuprofen... (that's what the doctor had recommended I take.) So Nick got one for me. The rest of the morning I could hardly keep my eyes open. I was so tired. I kept apologizing to Nick (since we had a pretty full day of chores on our agenda) and I said, "I just feel like I have been drugged."
Right before I was due to nurse Josiah the next time a thought popped into my head. I asked Nick-- "Are you sure it was the ibuprofen you gave me?" He said, "What else would it be?" And I told him I was feeling so woozy that it just didn't feel right. I asked him to go check the bottle, and sure enough, he had given me the wrong medicine. He had given me Ambifed left over from when he had a sinus infection. (In his defense they were in the same kind of bottle and in BOTH of our defenses they were shaped and colored almost identically.) Of course on the bottle there are two separate labels-- one said, "May cause drowsiness." the other said, "May cause dizziness." So I had to call the doctor and ask what to do. Long story short, I had to toss all my milk for the next 6 hours.
You'd think a man who accidentally took a dog tranquilizer the same way would check the label more carefully. I am inspired to clean out all our old medications from our medicine cabinet and (probably more importantly) never ask Nick to grab some medicine for me or the kids anymore...
