I mentioned that I’ve had a miserable week with back pain. It’s much improved since I posted on Tuesday, which was the last day I knowingly took half of a Vicodin. After that, I was getting by on ibuprofen (aka Advil or Motrin) but was bemused at how dizzy I still felt.
So I finally took a closer look at the little bottle that my pills were in – which I’d clumsily labeled “ibu” with a ballpoint pen – and scrutinized the pills themselves. They had a string of letters imprinted on each one that I didn’t remember seeing on ibuprofen in the past. I googled the letters together with “pill.”
And guess what? I’d been popping a Darvocet every six hours. No wonder I thought my back was getting better. No wonder I felt wobbly.
- If you repackage pills for traveling (the original container for the Darvocet was ginormous), at least label them!
- If you don’t know what you’re taking, google it! The intertubes will know.
- If your back is acting wonky, don’t climb 285 steps up and 285 steps down (as I did Monday at the Siegessäule, aka the site of Obama’s Berlin speech) just because your kids want to do it. I was proud not to be huffing and puffing like a lot of the other climbers – I guess my heart and lungs are in better shape than I thought – but I don’t think it improved my back.
I really am feeling much better – just very sheepish at my own dipshittery. I’ve been repotting my pills for years (I think it must be a congenital trait, my brother does it too) but I’ve never mixed them up. Until now.
Usually I reserve the label “stupidity” for posts about other people’s foolishness, but I think I earned it this week.