Following Directions
It's late.
I'm tired.
I have to be up early tomorrow.
But I didn't take my second dose of anti-inflammatories over dinner tonight.
I had breakfast late and dinner early, which meant taking them with dinner would have put the two doses too close together.
So I waited.
But then I forgot to take them when I was out tonight, inexplicably eating latkes at a bar at something like 10:30PM.
(I didn't go to the bar to eat latkes. I went for my friend Julian's birthday party slash gig, which was a blast, but then I got hungry, and latkes seemed like the best option.)
(I was not the only one at the table who ordered them, either.)
(So I'm not quite as crazy as you might think.)
(Or at least not as uniquely crazy as you might think.)
Anyway, I had to take them when I got home. At 1:00AM.
Which meant first eating again. ("Take with food.")
Good thing I have that Stonyfield frozen yogurt in the freezer. (And I realize that late-night latkes followed by early-morning frozen yogurt is not exactly going to do wonders for my residual flab. But trust me when I say that tonight was an aberration. I have been really good otherwise.)
It also meant that even though I plan to get up at 7AM tomorrow, I had to stay awake a while longer. ("Do not lie down for at least 30 minutes after taking this medication.")
And fill my bladder up right before bedtime. ("Medication should be taken with plenty of water.")
Oh, and there's another reason why I had latkes at the bar, instead of, say, a beer or a cocktail or a glass of wine. ("Limit alcohol use while taking this drug.")
So even though I won't be hung over tomorrow, I will probably be sleep-deprived.
I'm tired.
I have to be up early tomorrow.
But I didn't take my second dose of anti-inflammatories over dinner tonight.
I had breakfast late and dinner early, which meant taking them with dinner would have put the two doses too close together.
So I waited.
But then I forgot to take them when I was out tonight, inexplicably eating latkes at a bar at something like 10:30PM.
(I didn't go to the bar to eat latkes. I went for my friend Julian's birthday party slash gig, which was a blast, but then I got hungry, and latkes seemed like the best option.)
(I was not the only one at the table who ordered them, either.)
(So I'm not quite as crazy as you might think.)
(Or at least not as uniquely crazy as you might think.)
Anyway, I had to take them when I got home. At 1:00AM.
Which meant first eating again. ("Take with food.")
Good thing I have that Stonyfield frozen yogurt in the freezer. (And I realize that late-night latkes followed by early-morning frozen yogurt is not exactly going to do wonders for my residual flab. But trust me when I say that tonight was an aberration. I have been really good otherwise.)
It also meant that even though I plan to get up at 7AM tomorrow, I had to stay awake a while longer. ("Do not lie down for at least 30 minutes after taking this medication.")
And fill my bladder up right before bedtime. ("Medication should be taken with plenty of water.")
Oh, and there's another reason why I had latkes at the bar, instead of, say, a beer or a cocktail or a glass of wine. ("Limit alcohol use while taking this drug.")
So even though I won't be hung over tomorrow, I will probably be sleep-deprived.
posted by Jody Rosen Knower at 10:23 PM
1 Comments:
Okay,
1) Please drive carefully, you sleep deprived fool. I love ya, ya know; and
2) Here's a link to the aforementioned Julian, for those who are curious. He's a standout guy, and my oldest friend in the world, so I have no shame in plugging his act a little. :)
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