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   Friday, October 2, 2009

My grandparents came to visit. Mark & I had a little fight. I think with me being exhausted and in more pain than any other time in my life and him being exhausted and in some pain too, that we were just extra cranky. I'm in so much pain without painkiller that I actually cry from it. From my upper right shoulder down through my crotch is like one giant bruise (that's how it feels, not how it looks, though I have plenty of bruses too).

I called the hospital and they said Mark could get my drugs for me, and my grandparents drove him. I spoke on the phone with Mollie while they were gone; it's nice talking to someone who's been through this and understands how terrible it is. It's also nice to know that people survive this shit. I had to let Mollie go so I could pee (so painful). Bryan called. I started crying on the phone with him the pain was so bad, but thankfully Mark & the grandparents arrived just then and I let Bryan go.

My grandparents were gonna leave without saying goodbye to spare me the walk down the stairs but I made it down to them and gave LIGHT hugs and thanked them for their time and love. I was crying as I said this. The pain is unexpressable. Mark gave me the drugs and we apologized to each other for giving into our pain and being cruel to each other; we understood that we were both being stupid and we got over it. I took my pills (it said you could take 1 or 2 and I insisted on 2) - Mark half carried me up the stairs while I cried. I can't say enough about this pain...and it's probably going to get worse before it gets better.

Mark texted Jennifer on the phone to inform her of the changes in my condition, and to ask advice on drug interactions. I'm sitting at the computer until the painkiller kicks in; it's already started I think, but I don't think it's completely hit me. Then maybe I'll lay down, or try to eat again. If I could just get comfortable for a little while, I think that would do me a world of good.

   posted by Bald Jason at 05:36 PM
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