Ok... not really... the concoction of narcotics from ER doc take the tidge of the edge off but, this is mentally how I want to try to think so I get better faster!!
Today I wanted to try and ...not exert myself..but not lay around like a sad sac of ish either ...but it ended up being much more of the former than the latter.
I strapped on that lovely neck brace
super drowsiness kicking in... oh Mr.Dizzy Drowniess side-effect.. you hit me so hard....I'm probably going to draw a picture personifying this new super villan... or is he a super hero? Well he is hitting me.. hard.. but I need sleep.. Dr. appt early en la manana (how to add ~ over n?)
No sé. pero estoy muy cansada...es muy triste que mi cama es como un taco...y es una "TACO CAMA" o ...Cama-de-Taco? No sé... Necesito..NECESITO una cama nuevo por mi cuerpo... mi cuerpo triste triste triste. Me duele el ....back. crap. I forgot how to say back. Why whenever my conscious state of mind gets shifted by some sort of substance I feel the need to switch solamente en espanol?
At least Matthew G. Rasmussen understands.
ppssstttt: preview pic for the rest of this story for the entry
The Fish-House Journey shall continue ...when more sober...or will I...?
EDIT: Please tell me you have read Hyperbole and a Half's blog? Well one of her characters from her blog is "spaghetta nadle" which is a spaghetti noodle with a speech impediment .. and when reading I found a pic of him I totes relate to right nao:
I must give full credit and you can find her blog and this particular post here