After my last post about wearing jeans, I got a little bit too cocky with my rediscovered denim abilities.
I spent Saturday morning at a dorky history thing (which was actually pretty interesting) and topped and tailed it with a bit of retail therapy and lunch with a friend. I wore jeans all day.
By the time I got home, in the snow I might add, I was feeling the pressure. I immediately had to change into pyjama bottoms as soon as I got into the house. I then spent about an hour curled up on the sofa watching some Barbra Streisand movie about two professors who get married for companionship, then she falls for him but he isn’t attracted to her. I have no idea what the movie was called or how it ended cause I had to force myself upstairs to make a fancy dress costume.
My friend had a Middle Earth themed birthday party. As someone who has never read or even watched the Hobbit or any Lord of the Rings, I was pretty clueless. I decided to go with Legolas so I googled a picture, borrowed a bow and arrow from a friend and tried to recreate Orlando Bloom. It didn’t actually go too badly, I put in more effort than some people. It was definitely fun traipsing down to my friend’s house in the snow holding a bow and arrow!
Having just walked with nothing but my phone and keys (and bow and arrow) I didn’t have my pills on me and thought I could do without them. It had slipped my mind that I’d thought the exact same thing the night before.
On Sunday morning, my body was not amused. The jeans and the no drugs brought back pain I hadn’t felt in weeks. I spend Sunday and Monday in bed, unable to do much.
I’ve learnt my lesson and have been diligently taking all my drugs at the right time. I haven’t gone back into jeans, I’ll leave them for shorter outings and not try to wear them all day for a while. I don’t want to jeopardise recovery by being stupid and getting cocky…