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Originally Posted by Ghoulish Delight
What's really pissing me off is that since I can't exactly move much, I don't even get to enjoy my Vicodin haze, I just keep drifting into sleep. What a waste.
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He does, however, get to enjoy having me as his slave (ok, just a tad more slavish than usual). Not that I mind in the slightest - bringing him things makes me feel like I'm helping even though I have no control over his back muscles.
Poor guy, he's rather confined to whatever position he's in. He headed for bed at 8:30 with the idea of reading but I wonder how long that will last. I'm ready to wake up at 4am when the drugs wear off
I'm really starting to think that it was the lazy day that did it. That was probably our laziest day in the past 6 months, no joke.
It's been an interesting weekend what with Munchkin's surgery and gender bending plus checking GD in and out of the ER. I admit I'm glad that we had no plans this weekend.
Is it inappropriate to mention that a bunch of hunky firemen got here before the ambulance showed up?
