jeribelle

Today was obnoxious.

I ran out of pain meds and had to call in a refill. Luckily, I got them.

Then this extremely foul taste/stench started wafting from my wounds. It tastes and smells like poop, and nothing really allieviates it. Salt water and listerine sort of help.

So I probably have Dry sockets or whatnot. whoo hoo.

Last night I woke up twice with pain. Once at 1:45 am and another time at about 4:30, and I had to stay awake both times for like an hour or more waiting for the pain meds to kick in.

THIS SUCKS!

So now I'm drinking a whole bunch out of pity for myself. Blah!

But other than that, I had a good day. I went to a farmer's market and got tomatoes and kale. Then we went to a flea market. I got a painting of Moulin Rouge (not the nekkid ladies, but the outside of it), an Old Style beer banner for my friend Sid, and a Rainbow Brite doll (Canary Yellow to be exact). Then we went to the antique store. They had these magazines from the 1960's about human sexuality, with articles such as "Is Virgin Birth Possible?" Rock on.