unravled

Called in sick for the second time ever. This cold has got my voice completely shot. Since I talk to people on the phone for a living that's never a good sign. Also, I managed to step in a hole while trying to take down the Christmas lights (fuck you, it's only March) yesterday (or was it Saturday? The Vicodin makes the days run together.) and sprained my ankle, wrenched my knee out of socket and completely screwed up my hip. I think it must be a nerve or something in my hip, because the pain radiates out from my joint and it's fucking excruciating. At least when the drugs wear off. I'm also gonna blame the drugs for the spelling and grammar and the general feeling sorry for myself tone of this entry.

Also, Vicodin makes me itch. I wonder why that is.

And no one to bring me soup. Call this the winter of my discontent.