Amber & Bunkered Down

You may be asking yourself, how is ALH surviving on bed rest?  Are the kitties scooping their own boxes and making her meals?  No, they are busy with their own lives (napping, chewing boxes, grooming my head while I am captive).  No, the answer to the success of my bed rest is:

Preparedness.

Before I bedded down yesterday, I ran errands.

These errands included: trips to two different pharmacies for three different drugs (drat the NY state law that says my doc can't call in pain pills, making me have to go pick it up), buying a pill organizer box (you should SEE the pills I have to take), picking up my work laptop for next week (I am way to stoned on pain pills today to circulate), getting my day planner (there's sooo much to plan for when you're on bed rest), buying a treat soap bar and a stop at Lush for seven bath bombs-- one for each day on bed rest.

Also, perhaps most importantly, I picked up a the office mail and lo!  There was a package containing seven packs of M&Ms, all in different flavors.  There are plain and peanuts, classics of course.  But there are also coconut (pukey), dark chocolate, pretzel (disturbing), almond (sooo good), and peanut butter.  I ate the peanut on Day One and the peanut butter today.  Many, many thanks to my kind benefactor, Erl. This kicks the ass of the fruit basket I got that year I called in sick on Shane's birthday.  This human appreciates your resourcefulness, Erl.

And I got this cutie house dress, Le Sac.

Don't confuse it with LaPerm (which very excitingly got its own Wikipedia entry).

But, lest my mother be crying right now because I plan to survive on soap and candy, let me assure you that I have real food, too.  Thank you, Fresh Direct.

I got those 4-minute pre-made meals, juices, yogurts (probiotic!), cherries (ha! take that, farm share that I missed this week!), bread and sandwich stuff, toilet paper, paper towels, tea, pickled tomatoes, milk, cereal... and Ginger, apparently.  That boy sure was disappointed there were no fresh veggies for him to sample.

There were, however, cherries, with which he proceeded to make sahelu with his face.

That boy loves produce.  And I love him.  Even if he isn't supposed to be on the counter.

See, mom and dad?  I am FINE.