Anyhow, I'm determined to get out of this place tomorrow. As I said before, I don't want to go home until I know I'm not going to have any complications. I feel like tonight is the night that I will "pass the wind" and feel much better for it.
I hate coming off of the morphine and pain pills though, it really plays tricks on your mind and although it really helps with the pain, and I think pain medicine is a wonderful thing, I cannot understand the addiction that people have to narcotics. It makes me feel like shit, when I'm not actually in pain.
I ordered French Toast for breakfast, and I am looking forward to eating it. I will walk the halls tonight, determined to pass the wind and wake up my bowels.
On another note, I signed up for Twitter today. I was bored and really wanted to know what all the "buzz" has been about. It's a bit confusing to me right now, perhaps because I'm new to it, perhaps it really is confusing. Either way, if I like it, I'll use it; if I don't, it'll be like myspace, and just kind of fall to the wayside. Hell, I Face Book and blog, is that not enough?
Maybe I'm hoping some Hollywood producer reads my blog and decides to write a play or a movie based on it. Stranger things have happened. I'm not saying that the subject of my surgery and recovery would make an interesting blog, it was the catalyst that I needed in order to actually start this online journal.
My stories will be much more interesting when I start writing daily about my life in the salon. I hear some pretty interesting and goofy ass stories working around people all day. Of course, I will rarely use real names, but if I say that, even if I do, you'll never know.
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