That was a TRIP!

Tuesday, July 27th....

It started as such a great day...packing, cleaning the house, meeting the roof people(again!),

Trent turning a month old...

Lots of things to be thankful for.

It went WAY downhill from here.

My dear husband picked up my Reglan prescription the evening before to ensure that my milk supply wouldn't take a hit during my traveling...

The 'trip' started a little early.

Me and my tired, doing too much trying to be super mommy self misread the prescription label in an EPIC way....

How I read it, 'Take 3 pills a day for 1 wk'...translation to my brain, take 3 pills at ONE time.

What it actually said, ''Take 1 pill, 3 times a day for 7 days'...

YEAH! I just took 3x the dosage at 10:30am!

By noon, I was calling Rich home from work because this stuff had me completely out of it. And when I say out of it I mean 'tripping'.

I've never done one illegal drug in my life but WOW. This must be what it feels like!

The next 24 hrs consisted of...

One phone call to Poison Control. (very nice people by the way)

One phone call to my OBGYN.

Not being able to sit still AT ALL! Felt like I was jumping out of my skin. Nursing Trent was pure torture to stay still that long.

A million trips to the bathroom.

Crying because I didn't like feeling out of control.

Feeling like I was having an anxiety attack x100.

Not being able to sleep.

Crying in frustration at my stupidity.

Feeling nauseous.

Briefly falling asleep on the couch.

Crying in frustration at the things I needed to get done for the plane ride the next day.

Me getting on a plane having barely eaten anything in 24 hours with Nora and Trent. Said such a big prayer to get me through that flight.

Then I just continued to feel like I had the flu for 48 more hours. Thank goodness my mom and dad were there to help with the kids on other end of that flight.

NEVER, NEVER will I misread a prescription label again!