Wednesday, March 15, 2006

The surgery is done

But all the people I had lined up to help me, can kiss my royal ass. I ended up taking a taxi home, everyone had already eaten lunch and I haven't seen anybody in the apartment for five hours. My temp is 100.2, I haven't eaten since Monday, there is absolutely nothing like family to let you down and then make you feel as if it was your fault.

You try making decisions on Torodol with a pain level of 8 and see how much sense you make.

Things literally couldn't have been any worse if I had been born an orphan, instead of being forced into it.

I think the titls look good but I won't be able to tell for a week.

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