I voted.

I called in sick to work today. My pod manager sounded sympathetic, so that’s a good sign.

Today was voting day. So, stoned and in pain, I spent the day studying the candidates. I had plenty of time to do this before voting day – but somehow I just kept forgetting.

My friends are awesome – they picked me up and took me to the polling station and drove me back home again. I got home and the pain renewed. I had to take more drugs. This has been the worst day this cycle – I’ve been medicated straight through since 6am.

The thing that depresses me most about having george is when I get him on bright warm sunshiney days. I miss the entire day because of him. I was driving home from work yesterday and it was so pretty outside. But my vision was dull from the pain. The beauty of a warm fall day had a blurred filter around it, like in a hazy dream. That is literally how the world looks when one has chronic pain, so no matter how pretty a day it is, it can’t be enjoyed. It’s stolen from you.

I’ve had hundreds of days stolen from me since the age of 15 because of george.
I didn’t even go out into the sunshiney warm day outside today. I’ve been a drugged zombie all day.

I’m proud of myself for sticking to studying the voter guide, and actually voting this evening.

Two more months until surgery. I need to start saving my money for the downtime. I’m trying not to think about how the time off for surgery (2 weeks) will affect my employment.

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