Pain Killer

I just took a pain killer. Yay. I like pills. BUT, I do not take them very often. I have a prescription for xanax and that is the only thing that I really take, and I try to save those for times when I really need them. Pills like pain killers or muscle relaxers, I like to take occasionally, which probably means every six months or so...about as often as I take a drink. Not much into drinking, but I do like a glass of Sherry now and then, as I am sure that I have written before. Everything I do is in great moderation. That being said, I just took a pain killer and I am happy to say that I am going to be feelin pretty groovy in a few minutes. I have a bit of a headache, so...that is a good enough excuse, right? Plus the fact that I have 2 hours left at work and I am bored out of my damn mind. Another good excuse for drugs...boredom.

We got an email at work today saying that we can't listen to internet radio anymore, so I am very sad that I will not be listening to Yahoo radio. I can bring in some cd's though. I have a self-help cd on anxiety that I need to listen to anyway. The Worry Cure - it is actually a book on cd, and I keep leaving it at home.

The ex-husband came over this weekend, and pretty much spent all weekend with me. It was his birthday on Sunday, so I was kind of lenient in letting him spend the night, etc. He slept on the couch and NO hanky panky, although, he did hint around for it a good bit. We had a long talk in which he confessed that he feels guilty about how things turned out for us, and he feels like I am struggling with depression and a few other things because of the things he did to me during our marriage. It was good to hear him say it, and I agree with him. He said he is going to do everything in his power to help me become the person I was when he met me. He said he felt that he destroyed me, and that he wants to help me get back on my feet.

I actually think he was sincere, and a load has been lifted from my shoulders.