Yes, darlings, I am doped up on a red alert level of painkiller at the moment. 4 is the maximum of the little orange babies I can take at a time and MAN are they working...for about another hour and a half. Then I shall come down. It won't be pretty, but HEY. I am out of pain for the next 90 minutes. YAY!
That said, if I could remember the assignment for Novel class I was supposed to finish while on high doses of painkiller (that would be why I took them in the first place,) I would write it down and finish the bloody thing.
But because I can't (could be the ibuprofen making my memory faulty) I'm happily watching Christian Bale fanvids and thoroughly enjoying myself. Nothing like a dark-haired Welshman with cheekbones that could cut ice. Ah.
My pain, when I am not high as a kite on ibuprofen, is not getting better. It hasn't improved at all, in the slightest. Not a smidgen. Started up on Saturday and hasn't let go of me since. I have no idea what's causing it; I have no idea if I will wake up tomorrow and have my arm back weakened but working. I have no idea if it's the arthritis getting worse or if it's something else entirely. All I know is that it hurts now, constantly, unless I am on something.
Yesterday was tough-I am currently veering between crying jags and fits of temper and nothing appears to be helping it (you try having a stable emotional state when everything takes twice as long to do.) I have a paper due tomorrow, I have a presentation due on Monday and I'm unlikely to finish anything unless I am zippity-do-dah high on ibuprofen. I can't stay at these levels all day; I'm only supposed to do this a max of three times a day. They only work four hours. So that gives me twelve hours where I am turned, quite literally, into a high-functioning addict.
I just hope next Tuesday gives me some relief. I can't live like this much longer.
That said, my arm is starting to hurt even through this druggie haze of mine, so I will stop here.
Ta,
Bec
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