Hi! ...or should I say "High"

I spent hours in the dentist chair yesterday evening for a rather intense deep cleaning and a filling and well... I kinda of feel beat up. Have you ever been hit in the jaw with a sledgehammer? No me neither, but I imagine the pain I'm feeling now is akin to that.

But God love my dentist, before I left she sent me away with a prescription for pain meds. Remembering all they had done while I lay numb, I thought it best to get the prescription filled immediately. So I headed to the Walgreens across the street.

After waiting in Walgreens for what seemed like seventy hundred hours getting odd looks from people who saw only a messy haired lady (damn the dental chair for giving me bed head) with a perma frown on the left side drooling and not realizing it; I got the coveted meds.

Once I arrived home I popped one of those little suckers, said goodnight to the hubby and kids and lay down in bed.
In no time flat the tv show I'd been watching became the most wonderful show ever. And my socks. Well those were the most comfortably warm and cozy socks ever. I even looked down at my feet to see which ones I was wearing and made a mental note to buy more. And my blankets, well they felt as if they were sent from the Gods.
I was warm and cozy and never wanted that moment to end. My kids, who I could hear arguing with hubby about going to bed were the most wonderful kids in the world. And hubby , well he was the most amazing man that ever lived. Ever.
I smiled to myself at what a perfect life I have and how lucky I am.

I woke up late this morning but having slept incredibly well. As hubby and I stood at our sinks getting ready, I recalled how amazing I felt but didn't know why.

I relayed the story to hubby who began to laugh.

"Dear" he said, "You took a vicodin last night...don't you remember?"

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks: I WM, 35 year old mom, wife and career woman had gotten utterly and completely high last night.