Right now I'm confirming my addiction to the magic white pills: I feel strangely down and dejected while off them. I think I'm going to start only using them as a "time to go to sleep" sort of tool, instead of a fight-the-pain tool. For that I'm switching to the Motrin IB.
There really isn't much else to say (I'm pretty much just sick of people waiting on me. I hate being treated differently.). Sorry this wasn't as good per se as a real "risk." I'm going to call the doctor tomorrow about recovery times. I hate not being able to exercise and just MOVE AROUND and get comfortable. As of right now I'm at my own kitchen table twisted sideways trying to blog while my body faces one way and my hands have to participate and think in a different direction.
Maybe this wasn't so much a risk as a self-discovery process. I say this because I now know that I do not like user-unfriendly items (such as a poorly designed phone or wheelchair), can't stand being bodily uncomfortable, and definitely do not enjoy sleeping with anything on my feet (such as bandages which I cannot remove).
If I had taken a real risk I may have gone for asking a girl out on a date first try. I've always been able to pull lots of long-term things off but never something so quick and connection-less. Actually, on second thought, that would be something only difficult (and potentially embarrassing). Not very risky. (At this point my spine, hips, butt, heels, ankles, balls of feet, and toes [?!] hurt. This concludes the blog entry.)
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