What Was In That Toothpaste?
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" I'll be brief today, because brief is all I can be.
Yesterday I went to the dentist for my routine exam/cleaning. I had forgotten I was supposed to take antibiotics for a few days prior to the exam. (This stems from last year's hip replacement.)
No matter. The dentist gave me four big Amoxycillin caplets and had at me with the various power tools constructed for tooth torture. Some 45 minutes later, I ambled out of the office with clean choppers and a full evening ahead of me.
By 9:00 I was sick, and by midnight I was sick as a dog. Fever, chills, stomach. My daughter The Heir, ever vigilant on matters pertaining to vomiting, did a Google search and found that these symptoms can occur with an overdose of Amoxycillin.
This was news to me. I thought you were either allergic to the stuff or could pretty much feast on it with gluttonous abandonment. I never had a problem with it before.
Today my appetite has returned, but I feel like those capsules might have been quaaludes and not Amoxys. My head is spinning.
So here's to a lost day. Thank goodness school hasn't started yet! I can go sit in the shade and stare blankly at my Shrine of the Mists.
Weird way to spend a day stoned.