Aye-yi-yiiiiiii ...

In the words of my Guatemalan friends, "Aye-yi-yiiiii!"

On Sunday evening as I prepared to take my final dose of the day I counted out my weekly dosage into my pill box. I don't know if I got interrupted, or what, but I goofed. On Monday morning, there were pills in every slot. It wasn't until this morning that, for some reason, I opened the Sunday slot and there were only three pills in there. I counted the remaining pills and I come up three over. I never took Sunday evening's dose ...

Sigh.

OK, dummy, new practice: Do not fill the slots until you take the final Sunday dose!

I checked on the Web and it says if you miss a dose and discover it during the same day, take the dose. Otherwise, call your doctor, but not to double up. I called Nurse Roxanne and she said she does not think it will matter treatment-wise, but since Dr. Scott's out til Monday she will talk to his partner.

Nurse Roxanne asked, "Are you feeling OK?" I told her I was, but that I was really whacked out emotionally on Monday.

It's possible that is why.

Sheesh!