It’s just past 10 AM and I’m sitting here with yet another Ice pack to my cheek. I’m still refusing to ignore the calling of the codeine that’s hiding in the cabinet waiting for me to be weak…
"come on… you know you want me! you know how good I’ll make you feel!"
BAH!! Go Away! I’m gonna break out of this prison bed today and venture out of the cave. Feel the sun once again on my shoulders!
Maybe I should shower first?