DAY[2]: Foot Surgery.

So this is a later entry than I'd usually put in, but I wanted to make sure I encompassed the whole day in this one.

I woke up in a wreck. At 4:03am, I was in a withdrawal rage. By sleeping for more than 3 hours (The duration of the pain meds), I was at the point "off the drug." I hated life. Also, my patience were definitely not cooperating as I sat still doing nothing for the longest week of my life. However, when I got my pills, I was fine. This is not good. I think I am already addicted. (Another reason why "doing the bad stuff is bad.") I hate dependence (as you may have divined by now) and yet for now I need them. Another thing, when I'm on this medication I don't feel hunger, sadness, but I do feel very sleepy, and yet happy at the same time. It definitely falls into the "positive feeling" category. It also destroys all critical thinking and focusing abilities I have, and thus no homework is getting done this week. (That, my friends, is a plus. No busywork for a week? I guess I can cope :D )

Another aspect: This morning I hated having to sit still and watch my fitness wither away, but after a good hour of whining (internally) about it, I said "Well, that's the way it's going to be. Might as well make the most of it." That (plus the drugs) pretty much turned my day around, and was also the reason I held off this blog entry until now.

In other news, nobody wants to text or in general talk to the kid in recovery. Yay. However, tomorrow I get to watch my brother play soccer in a wheelchair (I'm in the wheelchair, he's playing legitimately), and he's going to be playing against my ex-best friend, who pretends he's still my friend. He (Ben from now on, and that is his real name) is my age, but my brother is 3.5 years younger than both of us. We'll see how this goes.