NOW, maybe the medicine men havent told you. Dont be drinking no grapefruit juice from hereon. The enzymes in grapefruit can speed up any time release stuff in your meds and cause unwanted reactions.
When I started my latest therapy for bP, they put me on teeny doses of 4 different types of BP medicine. One day I took em with a glass of grapefruit juice. About an hour later, I passed out cold.I woke up to my dog licking me and the only thing that came to mind was. what the hell was he licking before me?
truth
Sound advice, Farmer. When I began my MP medicine (Prinivil), my beautiful grapefruit tree became just another object of beauty. My neighbors now use it.
Wow, I had no idea.... glad you're ok guys.
Osso, the lobster would be heaven. Someday.
Farmerman, I always thought you shouldn't drink grapefruit juice at the same time as taking meds, but what I imply from your post is that it will continue to speed up the time release of the medication. I'll tell Bob to be careful.
It's been a nice evening, on a2k a little, then listening to some Dylan and talking about the movie Pat Garret and Billy the Kid. We've been listening to some of the sound track that Dylan wrote for the movie, including Knock, Knock Knockin' on Heaven's Door--which is one of my all time favorite songs. Good music and good company. And sleep---heaven.
Hopefully, the machine for the test will be working tomorrow and he will be able to get that out of the way.
The wind last night and today was full of love and included enough snow to make everything beautiful.
Love to all,
Diane
Good night
Good night, Bob,
Good night Diane,
and Good night Fred!
BBB
Time to get up and take your sleeping pills.
Diane and Roger, I will let you know if I can make it. For the moment, it is Spain in January and February. We will see... :-)
It is so good to hear that Bob is feeling better.
ye!!!!!!!!!!! dys is back !!!!!!!!!!!!
hugs all arnd - and special ones to diane and dys
Urs, unless you are an avid skier, I highly recommend Spain in January and February--Denver is beautiful, but sight-seeing can be non-existent when the snow gets too high.
Thanks Gautam. How's the job going?
first thing this morning, woke up and opened one eye, scanned the lower portion of the bed for my foot, NO toe tag, all is well....shall I have tea or coffee?
Tea is nice. Lemon or milk? Or do ya take it straight, cowboy? :-D
Good to see you back.
Hmmm, I'd go for the coffee myself. Whoever heard of a cowboy drinking tea?
Somebody was saying Bob isn't a cowboy name and I beg to differ... what about Big Bad Bob? Or Big Bob, or Bad Bob? Sounds very cowboyish to me, hmmmmm?
Glad you're back!
dys, I do the "same" thing every day. I read the obit page to make sure I'm still amongst the living.
A complaint from Fred
Fred, the parrot, squawked the moment he saw Bob's eye open to examine his toes.
"My cage is getting unfit for habitation, you lazy cowboy."
Bob looked at Diane, "Haven't you been cleaning Fred's Cage?"
"He's your son, not mine. Clean it yourself!" Diane thought to herself, "Maybe that will get this lazy cowboy off his skinny butt."
Bob blinked, unused to such bellicose responses from Diane.
Fred grinned, "I don't care which of you clean last weeks paper from the bottom of my cage, just get it done or I will call the Merry Maids!"
"But I'm an invalid," whined Bob.
"You got no toe tag, you're above ground!" squawked Fred. "Get that butt in gear!"
"I get no respect around here," sniffed Bob as he rolled out of bed and went to look at Fred's cage.
"Phew! this thing stinks!"
"Hi," smiled Fred.
"About time," murmured Diane.
Dys back at the puter looking for a pict of fred to post
