Another Reason Why Drugs Are Bad

Let me begin by saying that this post has nothing to do with this picture.  It's just one I took the other day with my phone.  It scares me a little because I see a flash of Sera in 12 years.  She's growing up so quickly.

During Easter week, we took our annual spring break trip to Gulf Shores. Unfortunately, I had a minor medical issue that came up at the beginning of our week that ended up requiring a small in-office surgical procedure.  Life got much better post-surgery because the pain was greatly reduced and the Vicodin was doing a fine job of taking care of what was left.

Because I was taking this pain relieving drug, Jim did all the driving home.  I kept insisting that I felt fine, but smart man refused to let me drive.  We got home very late and just collapsed.  The next day we woke up and  unloaded the car.  Since the next day was a work day, I was pretty focused on getting us unpacked and laundry done to start the work week.  If you'd asked me, I would have insisted I was right on top of things, and I was.  Unfortunately, I have very little memory of the details of the day.  What does this mean? 

In my haste to get unpacked and things put away, I put away Sera's birthday presents right away.  Most we found because I'd put them away in the drawers we use to store Sera's toys in the living room.  We searched and couldn't find two of her gifts though.  Not only couldn't we find them, I had absolutely no memory of ever seeing them.  We were sure we didn't leave them behind in the condo because we triple-checked the condo.  We've left things behind on more than one occasion.  Where could they be?

One was a dvd my mother had given Sera. She had watched it over and over in the condo and loved it.  The other was a coloring set my dad and step-mother had given her.

About two weeks ago, I found the dvd.  It was actually in the dvd cabinet, but just not in the right place.  Yesterday, the coloring set showed up.  I have no idea where it was.  I just noticed that Sera had it out and was coloring with it. 

It's more than two months later, but she finally has all her birthday presents.

Remember, drugs are bad...if you need to remember what you were doing while you took them.