My mistake.

I originally wrote this post on the 31st but was unable to put it up due to our wonderful upgrade/downgrade experience.

Let me start this post by giving you the following warning...

WARNING: This post contains references to PMS, Midol, laxatives and mild stupidity. Proceed at your own risk.

Ok, so the night before last? I was not feeling so great. I wasn't "sick". I was PMS'ing. I was crampy and very cranky (shocker.) I decided that for the good of all mankind I should medicate myself and proceeded to the cabinet in the kitchen where all of our various medicines are stored. This cabinet is high up so that our monkey children cannot reach it even with the footstool. It is so high that I myself cannot reach it unless I use the footstool. Seeing as how this was an emergency and I was ready to kill someone or purchase and eat an entire bag of Hershey Kisses, I decided to forgo the footstool since the shelve with the medicine is in a pull-out basket shelf that you can see through. I was thrilled to see the blue and white Midol box poking out from the back of the cabinet. I don't take medicine very often so most of the adult medications are in the back behind the Children's Tylenol, Children's Ibuprofen and "Incredibles" Band-Aids. Anyway, I spotted the box, quickly decided I felt crappy enough to take three pills instead of the regular two and proceeded to pop the little blue pills into my mouth with some water. I went back to the couch and watched an hour of snarky fun on VH-1 to lift my spirits.

An hour or so later, I noticed that my cramps were still rather crampy. I was wondering if I could alternate the Midol with Ibuprofen (like they have us do with with Tylenol/Ibuprofen with the kids every three hours when they have high fevers). I wandered back into the kitchen and opened up the cabinet. I couldn't find the Ibuprofen right away (Rusty is allergic and I end up hiding it so he doesn't accidentally take it when reaching for the Tylenol.) This time I ended up having to use the footstool. Anyway, I brought the footstool into the kitchen and pulled out the basket with the medicine. As I reached for the Midol box to check out the warning and usage stuff I wondered how it had gotten to the back of the shelf again when I had put it back up front an hour earlier (when I was medicating without the footstool, remember.) And then? I saw it. The blue and white laxative box. Front and center. I dropped a few choice words as I reached into the box, pulling out the packaged blue tablets and realizing what I had done.

Notice the boxes are both blue and swirly.
And the pills are almost identical!

Think cramps are bad? They're so much more fun when you realize you've laxatized yourself and all you can do is wait for them to take full effect. Good times. I spent the next half hour alternating between laughing and being very annoyed with myself. Oh... and I had to tell Rusty because we share a house and it's only fair, you know? (it's times like this that I really wish I was single.)

Anyway, moral of the story? If you're short? Use the footstool. That's what you bought it for, you fool. And? Just because a pill is blue does not make it Midol. And? Next time? Just buy yourself some chocolate because it's way easier.