Since I could drop dead at any minute, I’m going to type fast.
I worked really hard today, too. I brought in some firewood, stacked some other firewood, then went up into the bedroom loft and de-cluttered some heavy stuff. The coup de grace: I finally set my mattress up on the bed frame. (Which has been leaning against the bathroom wall for two years now.)
This was hard, sweaty work. The bed frame in particular. I basically moved a whole entire bed into and out of a space which had exactly six inches of leeway in any given direction. Under a steeply-pitched ceiling. At one point I was bent forward from the waist attempting to wrestle the rails into place, while balancing the box spring on my back.
How hard was it?
So hard that when I declared the job done and staggered downstairs, I did not grab the bottle of store-brand ibuprofen. I grabbed the bottle of store-brand multivitamins by mistake. And washed down two multivitamins with a big ol’ swig of water.
It did dimly occur to me that damn, these ibuprofens is big. But I didn’t realize my mistake until half an hour later, when I found the bottle of ibuprofen over there when I remembered having put it over here. And oh ho, what is over here? A bottle of multivitamins.
Anyway, long story short: if I die of thiamine poisoning tonight, I want someone to mention the thing about the bed frame at my funeral. That was a lot of work!. If I basically died because I installed a bed frame, I at least want credit for it.