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Bloody scummy bloody stupid funting back. It's gone crunch on me again. And I ripped my arm muscles some more rolling over while I was napping, so I'm completely one-armed now. And I've just puked all over from the morphine. Stomach acid in shaving cuts is NOT nice.
I am a complete and utter bloody wreck. I couldn't donate my body to science, I'd have to pay them to scrap it for me. Coming down from the trees was a mistake? Shit, I never should have left the ocean. And what's so bloody marvellous about being a eukaryote, anyway?
--Kay, hurting, doped, lefthanded, completely and utterly pissed off at his body.
The DVT Team have just got back to me, and I have a scan scheduled at 2:30 this afternoon. I'll let you all know how things are going when I get back.
Thanks for all the kind words. I'm really surprised how firm a grip the venlafaxine has on me. I cut down from 225mg/day to 75mg/day with virtually…
I just got spam from "Geniality J. Dachshunds". For some reason I find that name delightful.