bloody goddamned pain
I ended up taking a Tylenol 3 around 5pm.
I remember trying to nap, then reading some more of Conduct Unbecoming, a book I haven’t touched in months.
I got fired up enough to update [a now defunct political site].
But all the research and math was for naught when, by 8pm, I was so stoned, I couldn’t focus anymore, so I just provided a quick link to a Salon.com article and went to bed.
I woke up around 12:45am in a lot of pain, and took another Tylenol 3. I should not have let so much time lapse between doses. I should have taken my second dose by 10pm.
So now here I sit with a heating pad, waiting for the drugs to kick in so I can go back to bed without disturbing my man with my whining and moaning in pain.
I’m definitely not going to work in the morning. I knew since noon yesterday that I’d not be going to work on Friday, but every month I go through the reverse psychology thing and set my alarm clock anyway. Never works. Once george arrives, I will always miss 1 - 3 days of work. I’m always thankful when george lands near the weekend like this, so my time off is minimised.
Of course, my weekend plans are now screwed, and once again, I will disappoint friends who had plans and outings in the works. I often wonder if I’m on the last straw with some friends and aquaintances who don’t understand my health condition. Not anyone who reads this journal of course, cuz you have the full TMI.
I will call my surgeon in the morning and leave a message asking for details and confirmation of the upcoming surgery in January.