The Brain of Shawn

I don’t remember yesterday. At all.

See, as many of you know, I’ve been sick for about a week now. I finally went to the doctor (Donna made me, I won’t lie), and he gave me some prescriptions, and took some of my blood. He also took some of my money, so it seems a little unfair.

One of the prescriptions he gave me was for Tussionex, which is a cough medicine that contains codeine. I’m allergic to codeine, and my medical record shows I’m allergic to codeine, but the doctor said I should be OK. When my wife went to the pharmacist to get my prescriptions filled, HE noticed I was prescribed codeine, and HE thought it was a bad idea, but since the doctor acknowledged my allergy and said it was OK, the pharmacist did fill it. I should have listened to the pharmacist.

The first few days, I handled the codeine just fine. I took it before going to bed, and managed to get decent sleep. The third night, however, was not so great. I took the medicine before bed, and didn’t get a moment of shut eye.

All night long, I itched from head to toe. In fact, I still have some red marks on my face from scratching all night long. I couldn’t get out of bed, because I was so dizzy I couldn’t walk straight. And to top it all off, by morning, I didn’t feel any better, and apart from the itching lessoning, I kept feeling worse. By midmorning, I was so dizzy, I could barely walk to the bathroom — but walking to the bathroom was pointless anyway, because I couldn’t urinate no matter how much I tried. (Overshare, I know)

Apparently, I felt the need to get out and move around (maybe to work the medicine out of my body), so I volunteered to dog sit for my sister in law. I vaguely remember that. After THAT, however, I guess I helped our youth group rake a lawn, and traveled across town to a pizza party. The only thing I remotely recall about the latter is sitting in a couch, with no idea how I got there, or how I got home afterwards. It made for a scary realization this morning when I woke up. I was messed up yesterday!!!

So yes, the doctor will be getting an earful tomorrow. I’m not going to sue or anything, but dog gonnit, I’m gonna call him out on the carpet. The moral of the story? Listen to your pharmacist. And your wife.