I don't feel as growly and gritty as I did last night, thankfully. I think it was just a combination of work woes and physical pain... it really is shocking to me just how much it changes my personality when I'm in solid pain. I'm not a nice person when I hurt. Makes me think of a wounded animal snapping and biting at people trying to help it...
My bruises look sooooo much better today than yesterday... lighter, yellower, less swollen. My hand is still sore, but not as much. I'm not involuntarily clenching my teeth anymore.
I know, you're thinking, didn't Doc Rodgers give you a bottle of Vicodin? Well, I had decided not to take any, because the pain wasn't as acute yesterday morning and I kind-of wanted to quit the stuff anyway. I did okay through the day, but by the time evening rolled in, it was pretty achy. By itself I probably could've managed, but with the crap at work...
I think I may be ready to start painting again, by the way. Watch this space for further developments.
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