Slow Drip
I’d like to update more, assuming anyone wants to read it, but with headaches and pains the only notable highlights of blindingly boring days, there’s not much noteworthy to say. So I guess I’ll give a little taste of what that’s like. Prepare to be bored:
- In pain. Take medicine (percocet) and slowly pace around, or even just stand in place, because it is too painful to sit.
- After about 25 minutes, feel a bit better. Walk around my house, looking at the same photographs that make me wonder why my mom wants everyone in my family to be ashamed of themselves.
- Feeling a bit better, I sit down. End up sitting for too long. This concludes hour one.
- Hour two begins with me still sitting. Twenty minutes in, I’ll stand up, sore, cursing that I sat for too long. This is happening right now. I’ll walk around again for a while. And sit back down. This continues for the next two hours.
- Hour four is my pain hour. I slowly slide into more and more pain, adding on a headache to the back and chest aches. I pop a pill at the stroke of hour four.
- Rinse and repeat.
So that’s that. I’m trying to watch all of last night’s TV that I missed. I got through half of Dexter before I passed out, but I’m going to pick it back up. I see that show in a whole new light — John Lithgow forced a woman to jump from a high warehouse, and while I’d usually think that’s awesome, all I could think about was how bad her bones would hurt and hopefully she’d die instantly. I need to get my killer instinct back.
In other exciting news, I shaved for the first time in a week, an operation that took a good 15 minutes. Now I don’t look like a meek lumberjack, at least.
The Jets play tonight, which is exciting. I’ll be wincing with every single hit. I should be paid for this, like football players are.
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