Futherer Adventures

Dreading walking down and up stairs tomorrow. Have all of 12" height in ability to pick up legs today.

Have to walk about 4 blocks with bus transfering tomorrow, too, and 4 flights of stairs. Sigh.

Ugh. Sometimes it really blows not having a car. Looking forwards to chat with the Doc, but mostly to behind-the-counter painkillers that'll knock me out. Ay yay yay. Rest seems the thing for the back. Activity tomorrow is quel dreaded.

I have never in my life requested powerful painkillers. I was thrown off a motorcycle. I landed on my head. I've been thrown from a horse mid-jump. I have never requested powerful painkillers. I have always stopped at Tylenol 3.

Tomorrow I'm fucking demanding them. Now I want more. Sigh.