i haven’t had a cigarette in three days. i haven’t had coffee in two. i’ve been out of the house once. i’ve taken lots of pills. i’ve slept for most of the last two days. i’ve watched more maury than should be legal.
the doctor doesn’t want me going back to work for at least a week. i don’t know if i can do that, but i have the next two days to see how my healing goes. i can’t afford too much time off work and i can’t help but think of the mess which will be waiting for me when i return. no one is fully trained to replace me. it could be scary.
so, i now have two prescriptions keeping me mostly pain free, but sleepy, and my thoughts are very coherent. ugh, and this chair is not comfy. i’m going back to the futon.