The following events have occurred in the last few weeks:
When the recipe called for vanilla I threw in soy sauce. Bottle looked the same.
Unfortunate.
I headed downstairs in my skivvies in the middle of the night with a bit of a hurty tummy. Failed to properly close the blinds and I didn't want to turn on any lights revealing more than entirely warranted or necessary to the neighbors. Reached into the medicine cabinet for the pepto. Opened the top, took a big gulp. It was paint. Bottles felt the same.
Unexpected.
I sprayed my body with hair spray. And yes, perfume in the hair. Bottles do not look the same.
Unnecessary.
After a quick trip to the dr. (first time in 2 plus years, holla!) I needed to pee in a plastic cup. Thought it would "fit" better if I squeezed the cup a bit. After my business, I unsqueezed the cup and got. a. suprising. splash. of. my. urine. on. my. face.
Uncalled for.
Hoping to get all underlying medical issues settled this week so I can escape this fog.
Comments
hang in there!
I totally understand the Not Commenting, but it's posts like this that make me realize how much wit we miss out on because you don't.
Not off your funny game, that's for sure.