I Accept Responsibility for My Dumbheadedness.
I know, dumbheadedness is probably not a valid word, but I'm sure you all get the idea.
Yesterday, as a celebration of our marriage 46 years ago in the Los Angeles Temple, we decided to go to the Houston Temple and do some sealings for the dead. In preparation, as we knew we'd be gone from home for several hours, we prepared the medicines we'd need while we were away from home. I generally have my 1 pm and my 9 pm lung meds in one little bottle and my medicine cocktail (about 10 different tablets) in another similar bottle. Yesterday I put a few more in my 1 and 9 pm bottle because often I'll use it for several days. That way I don't have to reload quite as often.
My 1 pm dose went as usual. No problem there. We travel about 40 minutes to get to the temple from our apartment and we were there just after 1 pm, so I took it as soon as we got there. We were at dinner when my 6 pm meds alarm went off. I reached into my pocket, grabbed a bottle, shook it and knew there were several tablets inside. It never dawned on me that I had intentionally left more than one tab in that bottle. It sounded like it should be my 6 pm cocktail and I swallowed the whole thing, about 6 tabs. I didn't realize what I had done until I was to take my 9 dose and found the bottle empty. I should have taken 1-20 mg tab. Instead I had taken 6-20 mg tabs at once, 3 hours early, and hadn't taken my 6 pm cocktail. I immediately took the cocktail and then realized what I had done.
The medicine I overdosed on is a blood pressure medicine intended to reduce blood pressure in my lungs. At the same time, it will reduce blood pressure in other parts of my body. In the cocktail there is a medicine intended to reduce blood pressure in my entire body.
I called poison control to see what I ought to do. The person with whom I spoke researched my medicine, asked me to check my blood pressure every 10-15 minutes over the next 2 hours. He contacted me after the two hours and learned what my readings were. Fortunately, my blood pressure did not sink dangerously low, but we spent a tense few hours.
Today, I have been dragging. My vitals have been good, but my whole body feels like I ran the marathon. I suspect it is a side-effect of the overdose.
On a positive note: I'm still alive. The bucket has not even been touched by my hoof much less kicked. God is still alive. Jesus is still the Christ. The Church of Jesus Christ is still headed by Jesus Himself through His anointed prophet. So, all is well!
Yesterday, as a celebration of our marriage 46 years ago in the Los Angeles Temple, we decided to go to the Houston Temple and do some sealings for the dead. In preparation, as we knew we'd be gone from home for several hours, we prepared the medicines we'd need while we were away from home. I generally have my 1 pm and my 9 pm lung meds in one little bottle and my medicine cocktail (about 10 different tablets) in another similar bottle. Yesterday I put a few more in my 1 and 9 pm bottle because often I'll use it for several days. That way I don't have to reload quite as often.
My 1 pm dose went as usual. No problem there. We travel about 40 minutes to get to the temple from our apartment and we were there just after 1 pm, so I took it as soon as we got there. We were at dinner when my 6 pm meds alarm went off. I reached into my pocket, grabbed a bottle, shook it and knew there were several tablets inside. It never dawned on me that I had intentionally left more than one tab in that bottle. It sounded like it should be my 6 pm cocktail and I swallowed the whole thing, about 6 tabs. I didn't realize what I had done until I was to take my 9 dose and found the bottle empty. I should have taken 1-20 mg tab. Instead I had taken 6-20 mg tabs at once, 3 hours early, and hadn't taken my 6 pm cocktail. I immediately took the cocktail and then realized what I had done.
The medicine I overdosed on is a blood pressure medicine intended to reduce blood pressure in my lungs. At the same time, it will reduce blood pressure in other parts of my body. In the cocktail there is a medicine intended to reduce blood pressure in my entire body.
I called poison control to see what I ought to do. The person with whom I spoke researched my medicine, asked me to check my blood pressure every 10-15 minutes over the next 2 hours. He contacted me after the two hours and learned what my readings were. Fortunately, my blood pressure did not sink dangerously low, but we spent a tense few hours.
Today, I have been dragging. My vitals have been good, but my whole body feels like I ran the marathon. I suspect it is a side-effect of the overdose.
On a positive note: I'm still alive. The bucket has not even been touched by my hoof much less kicked. God is still alive. Jesus is still the Christ. The Church of Jesus Christ is still headed by Jesus Himself through His anointed prophet. So, all is well!
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