Well, I spent most of my weekend trying to find the perfect combination of medications that would allow me to breathe through my nose and sleep at the same time. Needless to say, it’s been exciting around here.
Fortunately, my background as a pharmaceutical rep has given me just enough knowledge of the pharmaceutical world for me to feel confident about practicing medicine without a license. Of course my knowledge is limited to the conditions that match the drugs I used to sell. Do you have high cholesterol? I’m your girl. Urinary incontinence? I can help. Respiratory problems? Oh please. Give me a challenge.
But if you happen to have a migraine headache or some type of fungus? I can provide absolutely zero help and would really prefer to not hear about your fungus. However, I do know that the cure for diabetes is drinking two glasses of wine every night. Granted, I learned this bit of information from Gulley’s grandaddy’s cousin George who wasn’t any kind of medical professional and whose only experience was his own bout with diabetes. It’s probably also important to keep in mind that he referred to diabetes as “the sugar diabetes” which isn’t really a term that many practicing physicians have used since 1943. I suspect that George just liked his wine. And I’d suggest that you consult your physician before following George’s advice.
Ultimately, I’ve discovered that the best pharmaceutical combo for my current condition is one Sudafed and a Benadryl served with a cough medicine chaser. Two Sudafed help me breathe better but my hypersensitivity to the pseudoephedrine makes me feel like a Rhesus monkey on crack which tends to inhibit my ability to get a good night’s sleep.
But in spite of my ill health, we managed to have a decent weekend full of activities. Mainly because Caroline’s Spring Break began when she got out of school on Friday and she wasn’t really game for my suggestion that we ought to just take a really long afternoon nap on Saturday.
Saturday morning we headed down to El Mercado with Mimi and Bops to just look around. We weren’t really looking for anything in particular, but it’s fun to just go down there every now and then. Caroline was thrilled to discover they had a mechanical bull.
They offered an assortment of cowboy hats for the kids to wear while they ride the bull, but I told them we’d just take the bull ride, not the free case of head lice. Except I think what I actually said was, “NO, NO, NO! DON’T PUT THAT HAT ON HER HEAD!” because I’d taken two Sudafed that morning and was in Rhesus monkey mode.
On Sunday morning, P and Caroline went to church while I opted to stay in bed and count all the things that are fundamentally wrong with Daylight Savings Time and all this incessant falling back and springing forward of the clocks. Especially when you’ve spent half the night trying to breathe without resorting to taking another Sudafed.
After they got home, we all seemed to feel that a nap was the way to go. Or maybe just P and I thought that. Caroline was more inclined to play her Nintendo DS and occasionally poke me and ask if I was ready to get up and do something fun.
Finally, I gave in and we headed to Central Market because we were invited to a pizza party at the home of some friends and we were supposed to bring a few toppings. Let me add that the mom is a food stylist and a chef, so I didn’t really feel like some sad little pepperoni was going to do the trick. So we picked up some vegetables, basil, and fresh mozzarella cheese to go along with our sad pepperoni.
We went to the pizza party and had the best time.
Here’s Caroline rolling out her dough. In her new dress that we bought at El Mercado after the bull ride.
And here she is showing me the dough. Which actually kind of messed up the dough and caused her to have to roll it out again.
All the best pizza chefs make smiley faces out of pepperonis.
Putting it into the oven.
One of the dogs really wanted to eat Caroline’s pizza. He just knew it was a matter of time before a pepperoni fell.
His tenacity paid off in spades when Caroline dropped a whole piece of pizza.
This is the pizza I made. It was delicious. Seriously, I can’t really think about it or I’ll be sad that it’s all gone and worry that we didn’t really savor the time we had together.
And this is the other dog. Her name is Mama.
I’m a little bit in love with her even though I cut her head off in this picture. The blame lies squarely on my lack of photography skills, not a lack of love.
Tomorrow (actually today if you’re reading this and it’s Monday) Caroline and I are headed out on a little Spring Break road trip. We’re just like Thelma and Louise. Except not really because that would be wrong. So we’re like a mother and daughter on a road trip who wish they had some sort of movie reference that tied in to wrap up this post in a neat little bow.
Oh well.