Thursday PM - Drugs. I Need Drugs.

Last Edit December 21, 1998

The pain began in earnest today.
Because I stopped morphine.
Because I made them take the IV out. It was hurting my wrist.
I refused to have a new one inserted.
Told them I had pictures of the bruises from the Washington Hospital Emergency room event.
So they left it out.
So the pain came.
Shooting.
Eye-Crossing.
Straight up and down the abdomen - where the two muscle sides are lurking.
What's left of them to lurk.
I gave in.
Vicodan.
Pain pills.
Zonk.
Not good.
It happened again.
Pain makes you tired.
It zaps your strength.
I have things to do.
Places to go.
I am not very happy. Can we say aggressive lawyer?
Oh, yes.
I am still walking when I can stand it. And I lay around a lot.
I have worn a track into the carpet in the F Unit.
Up and down - because they said I would recover faster.
I want to recover.
Faster.
I am ready to be home.
I wonder about the remodel - what has been done. What hasn't.
Did my plants survive.
I want the carpet in my bedroom ASAP.
And then there is my younger son's carpet.
I want the lipstick tube up out of my bathroom drain.
I want the drain removed from my side.
I want a real hot shower.
I want my own cooking.
Can we say worse than airline?
I want to make cookies.
And steal them.
And feel guilty.
It's Christmas after all.
Must keep up the traditions.