from a couch, darkly recovering from an allergy to new meds.

sad update from Earlier (do switch to other blogs if this is becoming Too Much – we’d like to ;)

……….so by 11AM the “turning red and Hot” feeling has transposed itself Rather Hideously to Covered in hives (yes, nasty blotchy scratchy itchy horrible-ness) and a Swoon-y feeling (and not over Movie stars or interior designers heading-to-milan, or downtown hair-genius-creatives) and a Pounding Headache.

Now we avoid the Internet when it comes to seeking Solace (apart from your blogs, of course) but we Panicked and yes, Looked – we were having an Allergic reaction to the new Dosage.

Quelle depression, darlings.

There’s Nothing scarier that one’s body screaming “WTF is THIS you put inside us?!”

And there’s nowhere to run when it is one’s own body.

(a metaphor for our teen years, now we come to think on it………)

The surgeon said go home and rest and hydrate and go back to the former dosage.

So we Fell into one of those yellow cars and leaned back, our eyes closed, desperate to be Home.

Not soon enough (side effects = nausea) but just in time (enough said) we were home -schoolbags Tossed on the couch and passed out for 4 hours.

we Ventured forth just now to Find a late spare-yet-healthy-lunch in the cool darkness of the tiny italian nearby with garish ceramics and kind smiles.

And now we’re back lying here – the view from so many Hours post-surgery.

The only good thing (see how we Search for thus) is that the new dosage was a generic (we checked the label on the orange – shudder – plastic – sigh – bottle) Not a Brand Name.

You see?

Our body rejected the mundane in favor/favour/preference/orientation to the Expensive stuff ;)

Clever body.

– – – final thought – don’t you think the lighting with our toes left of frame is Ever so Slightly reminiscent of Goya, darlings?

How fitting as we leave – on Business – for Espana, sunday……