Today I left work early to take Lovey to the back doctor. He needed someone with him in case they gave him a shot in his back.
There is really nothing funnier to me than Lovey on pain medicine. The first time he had kidney stones the doctor gave him Percocet (or something) that left him....let's say a little loopy. I just remember him sitting in the living room floor staring at his arm slurring "I jush don undershand how they put an IV in my arm when therzzz already stuff in therrreee." Laughed. My. Butt. Off!
When he was given Valium to do an MRI of his back, he came home and Shaved Down both of the little white dogs. Giggle.....
Today we had to be there at 3:30. I was kinda prepared...took my new Glamour magazine to read -- which is good since the Charleston Magazine they had in the waiting room was from 2006!
At 5:11 (after I had read my magazine, an Avon catalog and watched the same coverage on CNN of Michael Jackson's will and Mr. Sleazy's latest TMI), I get this text from Lovey in the exam room: "You hettingb ored yet?" Love. It. On the way home, he told me the same story 4 times. Each time beginning with "Have I told you...?"
He is currently sleeping it off in bonus room.
He has 5 more shots scheduled. Hilarity will ensue....
UPDATE: Lovey has no recollection of the text message. Omigosh...it doesn't get much mo bedda than this!
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