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Microfracture 3rd Day After

Less drugs, but oddly, more sleeping. Wish I could get my own glass of water. Friend dropped by and I couldn’t focus. I sleep and read and work my way to the bathroom to pee. Still no poop. Ah, how I want to poop. In some ways, I move much easier, but now I’m unsure, what is safe. I know what I can’t do. But I am not so sure what I can do. I am tired from being stuck in one position while napping.

I periodically check the news. I mourn for Paris, I mourn for Beruit. I find that I cannot be bothered with the rhetoric. Huge heaping slabs of not so tasty words. 

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