currently: @912 (12:54pm) on friday 11.21.08 | 87 hours since last post
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
I don't even remember which day we went in; last Monday or Tuesday or something, but we returned home from the hospital a couple days ago. This time the admit diagnosis was uncontrolled pain - my back was killing me and it didn't seem to matter what drugs I took, it wouldn't go away. Unable to sleep, so instead we went in to the hospital on a direct admit (i.e. not through the ER, just straight to the ward), where they drugged me but good. We spent the week trying various drugs and combinations of drugs until they had a cocktail that kept the pain down, kept the nausea down, kept the whatever else down. They have me on the badass drugs now, Dilaudid, Morphine, etc. Major narcotics. So now I go through my days in a haze, not entirely comfortable but too whacked to do anything about it.
These have been some exciting Olympics so far. Watching more swimming right now, when I should be going to sleep instead. Oh well.
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