A couple of comments on this weekend:
Besides my ongoing quest to become fit, I have decided not give up alcohol (which I have done before) but to commit to drinking responsibly and no getting drunk. This weekend helped since I rolled my ankle and suffered a severe sprain. How severe, you might ask? Well my ankle was the size of a large apple, and now my whole foot is shades of blue, purple and green. Bad. So bad, I went to the ER. I think they liked me cause I was polite and nice, and not an old person with a hearing problem and who expected to be waited on hand and foot. Anywho, I was sent home with a new ace bandage, crutches, told to be buy ibuprofen, and a prescription for vicodin. So, with my ankle throbbing, I got home, to prop it up with a lot of ice, and over the course of the next 10 hours, took 3 vicodin. As we prepared for the party (at which I drank soda and water), I switched to ibuprofen, which I took for the next two days, excluding one vicodin I took the next day.
Why would I care to write about this? -Well because upon telling folks this, three drunken people then lectured me on the addictive properties of vicodin.
I'm gonna let that one sink in for a bit. Yes, three drunken people, whom I was heartened to learn, were concerned with my well-being, lectured me about that it could be addictive. As can alcohol.
Also - bad DJ's. Dude, please do not talk, make 'whoop, whoop' sounds, bad puns or do the mash up songs, so I only get to listen to half of' Shook Me All Night Long' or a medley of Michael Jackson songs. Not cool, dude, bad form.
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