Day 11

Actually, last post was Day 9, not Day 10. So today is Day 11.

Completely randomly, God I love Hugh Laurie.

I’m doing better. Every day is 2 steps forward, one step back. I got the Hydrocodone refilled and it’s getting me through. I’m sleeping like nobody’s business, which is cool. Though these drugs are really messing with my subconscious. I’m having some unbelievable dreams that aren’t going away with the daylight. Mostly about still being in high school (or soon thereafter) and discovering that guys I knew then were actually interested in me and subsequently hooking up. Y’know, most people dream about floaty pink elephants and dancing hippos and stuff when they’re all high on painkillers. What is WRONG with me? I really hate being inside my head most of the time.

So, when all the painkillers are working and my throat isn’t feeling all stabby, I’m working on some pictures and scrapbook stuff. I’m helping my mom fix some really old pictures which is cool. I’m putting together some gifts that I hope I can get finished in time. Today I ate 1/2 cup of cottage cheese, a yogurt, some eggs and a pint of ice cream. I am desperate for real food that isn’t frozen or goopy.

I ain’t got nothing else. My life right now is so mind-numbingly boring I could die. I haven’t left the house in almost 2 weeks. I haven’t eaten any real food in 11 days. I’ll be interested to see how much weight I’ve lost.