My tonsils, the source of much grief, illness, misery and infection are gone from me forever. I had tonsil surgery yesterday, and have been lying around the house in a drug-induced haze whilst my younger sister takes care of TJ and supplies me with popsicles.
This morning I recieved a rather strange phone call from my bank. They were inquiring about some unusual activity on my debit card. Apparently, someone went of a shopping spree at JCrew.com in the middle of the night. Well, JCrew is one of my favorite stores ever, and I DID remember that I was up in the middle of the night, hurting and unable to sleep. But I had no recollection of buying anything.
I told the bank "thanks", I would look into it and let them know if there was anything amiss. So I logged onto my JCrew account, and sure enough, there was a good $350+ order I placed in the middle of the night. I still don't remember doing it. But I figure if that's the worst thing I do while on narcotics, that's not too bad. At least I bought good stuff. And I even got all the right sizes. Just the same, I think I'll give my credit cards to Rob until I'm off the oxycodone.