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22 August I don't know if I have ever spent a day so much in pain before. I was doubling up on the Percocet, taking one, taking another an hour later, and then two hours later, when the first one had worn off, I took another. I was all about counting the minutes until I could take another one. I was never out of pain, though sometimes it was very small, which basically counted as being out of pain, comparatively. It was better last night, but it's bad again this morning. I've only taken one, though, so far this morning. We'll see how it goes. All I want is to be out of pain tomorrow for my birthday. All day at work, The Raccoon kept telling me to go home, and I was going to go home at 5p, then at 6p, then I finally left at 7p, so I ended up working eight hours. Today I'll work a short day.
The Percocet makes me have very vivid dreams, partially because I keep waking up in the night, so I remember my dreams better. I dreamt about watching a ballet concert with a guy I had a crush on, who was in the middle of divorcing one of the dancers, and he hid me onstage in a piece of scenery during the second act--I was very afraid of being discovered. I also dreamt that we were late paying our utility bills to the landlord at work, which we actually are late paying.
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