It's 3:15 a.m. Vicodin with Tylenol is doing nothing. I should have remembered this from my knee surgery. I don't understand why people get addicted--it doesn't help my pain, and it just nauseates me somethin fierce. I am hot and sweaty.
Not even this could help me sleep through the pain.
I want to die.
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I don't sleep worth shit, either. I'm so sorry about the pain, May. I know it sucks. I know how you feel about having so many 'medical quirks', too. I wonder if there is any way to duck out of work for a few days?
I'm going in for a few hours just to wrap up some paperwork. BUT I flying out to NYC early tomorrow for a conference and I won't be back until Saturday night.
It's all paid for and I can't afford not to try to go. I'm miserable.
Thanks, thanks, thanks for your nurturing concern Lynn. It's the next best thing to having a mom here stroking my cheek. Except my mom would never do that.
{{{{{{{{May}}}}}}}}
My mom wouldn't either.
I wonder if the conference can help to distract from the pain a bit. That would be nice. I'll be here waiting to see how you made out.
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