So … Morné van Wyk reckons he mistook a barbituate for a vit-a-min. My initial reaction – “Yeah right Buddy! Spin (sic) us another one Ben Johnson”.
But then I remembered, I recently (also accidently) drugged my Mummy into oblivion ! Granny Ireland* was spending a week with us recouperating from painful knee-replacement surgery. The day I brought her home from the hospital,** I decided that my Mum was perhaps getting a little over-zippy with her pain killers (because you know mos I’ve had half a dozen knee-replacements and didn’t need more than half a panado for pain ). Being the
organisational control freak concerned daughter that I am, I confiscate gather all her meds under the guise of making her life easer by separating them into those little pill organisers, ready and waiting for her to take when needed.
I carefully separated her daily tabs into Morning, After Lunch and After Dinner… Hang-on-a-mo – Why isn’t there a little compartment for Before Bed? Oh well, no harm done – I’ll just pop her (innocuous-looking-teensy-super-strong-can take down an ox) sleeping tablet in with her After Dinner meds. Note to self : Remember to mention this to Mum!
Granny Ireland decided to forego the bed we’d prepared for her and preferred to camp out on our lounge couch instead. She enjoyed an early dinner-en-couch with her beloved grandsons and dutifully took the After Dinner meds. FFWD an hour – the Top-Man and I sit down to dinner on the unoccupied couch.
Yikes, what was going on here? Chatting to her was really rather strange, she was slurring like a drunken sailor in a foreign port on pay-day … something was amiss. Decided to call her Doctor fearing a possible post-op stroke when it suddenly dawned on me. Oh, SEVEN KINDS OF CRAP! There was “something” I’d forgotten to mention to her – she’d taken her sleeping tablet … at 18h00 with her After Dinner meds! My poor Mum crashed barely 10 minutes later (I hope she doesn’t read this entry because I have to tell you it was HILARIOUS watching her fight that tab!)
The point of my story – Don’t you worry Morné – I BELIEVE you Buddy! I got your back on this one, and along with your-Momma that makes 2 of us!***
* Granny Heidi went for an extended trip to Ireland when Nate was about 2. He nick-named her Granny Ireland and it’s stuck!
** Oh, the irony of how our roles have reversed!
*** I will maintain my innocence till the day I die (although I seem to be only person on God’s Green Earth that believes it was in error).