But I have had to take the painkillers the doctor prescribed me. Which I totally hate. But without them I am a whiny ball of goo that can't leave the sofa. With them, I am at least a more mobile ball of goo.
Slowly but surely, my incisions are getting smaller, and my bruises are fading. And I am down to 1 Percoset every 4 hours instead of 2. It's a step in the right direction. Go me.
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I've decided to use this again and try to remember to use it as a place to post something I may or may not want to see again. Whether that be a thought, a link, a picture, whatever. I sometimes may explain things. I sometimes may not. I sometimes will have amazing spelling and grammar. I may sometimes drunk blog and make a fool of myself. I may sometimes vent about inane things. I may sometimes whine and complain about aches and pains. I may decide to blatantly rude. Probably not.
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