October 16th, 2007
The drugs don’t work
Usually when I’m up at this ridiculous hour, it’s because there’s still plenty of life left in the party (old life) or because of the tiny little person asleep upstairs (new life). Six days post-wrist op, and I’m still in lots of pain and bandaged up. The painkillers don’t work, oh, except to make me queasy and tired. Back to the hand doc today,who thinks I need a splint and is hoping the wound is not infected because of the ongoing pain. Grrr. Weirdly, Weird Al Yankovic’s ‘Like A Surgeon’ keeps popping into my head. I blame the drugs.
Had to cancel this week’s work quota as I can’t type (this post is the sound of one hand typing) so expect the occasional pithy and laboriously typed post with poor spacing and the odd typo.
October 16th, 2007 at 6:13 am
My sympathies. Rest, read, listen to music, eat, sleep, demand pampering :)…leave the typing for awhile. Your body needs to heal.
Take care.
October 16th, 2007 at 9:10 am
Have you considered one of those head stick things?
October 16th, 2007 at 8:30 pm
beaten to the punchline by Twenty.