Andrew came home last night and I started chatting up a storm. Let's be honest: my mom and brother came over for an hour yesterday, which was nice, but other than that I was alone with Rachel for 16 hours. Not that she's not good company...please see the previous post.
So, I was feeling better, having been on antibiotics for two days now. Apparently medication makes me happy because my charming husband said,
"Well, you're a lot more chipper," and after thinking for a few seconds added, "-er."
I'm chipperer when I'm on antibiotics. It couldn't have anything to do with my fever being gone, my head ache and muscle aches being gone, or my general feeling of wellness(ish), could it? Of course, that's due, in a large part, to the antibiotics.
I suppose I might get a little happier when on medication, but that's the point of it, right?
When I was in the hospital after having Rachel, our doctor put me on percaset, which is apparently a narcotic. Each time you are given such things in the hospital the nurses are supposed to ask you your name and birth date, both of which are conveniently located on your ID bracelet.
At around 4 am, a nurse came in to give me my second dose.
"What's your name?" she asked.
I grabbed my bracelet, turned it so I could read it and said, "Nancy...wait a minute...I knew that..."
I'm sure the nurse was like, "That's it! I'm halving her dose!"
It was 4 in the morning and I had just given birth, both of which may have contributed to my lack of brain power.
Even though I'm ditzy and sick, Andrew still finds me attractive. This morning I was feeding Rachel and Andrew walked over and kissed my forehead.
"You're so hot," he said, and then after considering he's been feeling me for fevers the last few days added, "And I don't mean temperature-wise."
See? He's charming. I haven't brushed my hair in days, I'm certainly not wearing any makeup, I'm encrusted in spit-up, and still he compliments me.
Maybe he's been sneaking my antibiotics. He's a little chipper...