Back at work

Same old crap. Oddly, I miss watching Maury and his DNA freakshow. Still walking with a limp, though, and am still having some pain. Oh, so instead of giving me something good like Percosets or Vicodin, I get something called Darvon. Fun stuff -- makes me really goofy. Have to be careful, though, because it says it's addictive. Who cares for now, I'm medicated. WHEEEEE

Just found out that Darvon is in Darvocet, and is very closely related to methadone. I'm thisclose to HEROIN. Okay, maybe not.

Update: This is what I found on Wikipedia, "Because tolerance to dextropropoxyphene increases so quickly and because of its strong constipating effects, many people suffer a gruesome and painful rupture in the colon."

MY ASS MIGHT EXPLODE. Good times.

I can feel myself getting fatter

It isn't a pleasant feeling. It's post-surgery day 5, and I've been inside the whole time. All I do is watch TV and eat. While this sounds like heaven to most of you (and believe me, it was great for a couple of days), it actually is so frigging boring. There's nothing on to watch, you can only eat so much food, and my injured knee stops me from doing anything but the lightest of cleaning. The cat's happy to have me around, though, even though I think she's planning my demise. I'm BOOOOOOORRRRRRRRREEEEEEED. My knee is getting better slowly; it's a little stiff, though. I go to the doc's on Wednesday -- my first field trip outside of the house. I'm really looking forward to it. Kill me.

I will add that I bought some more stuff off HSN, so you can indeed know that I have lost my mind.