So Brian was given Vicoden for his hand. And he can only take it while home and not going to drive. It usually makes him pretty sleepy*, but also leads some interesting conversations. *After taking this mornings at about 5:30am when I got up for work, he proceeded to continue to sleep until after noon.
I think all who know him will agree he's had many odd conversations all on his own, drug free. This one was priceless:
Brian goes upstairs to work on laundry, and about 10 minutes later I realize I haven't heard anything...
H: "Brian, whatcha doing?"
B: "The bed got me"
All normal so far, that's a phrase we use to say we're just flaking out upstairs in the quiet for a little while.
10 more minutes pass and I go upstairs to see what he wants to do for dinner.
He has gotten undressed and fully tucked himself into bed.
Teddy bear and all.
H: "Really, the *bed* got *you*? It doesn't look that way to me..."
B: "My clothes conspired with the bed"