Sunday, June 10, 2007
The hydrocodone prevents me from feeling the pain associated with the incision to the back of my leg, but it also, I have come to suspect, prevents my mood from rising above the level of indifference. Of course, as I mentioned to Chris this morning at work, most persons probably cannot discern the distinction between "medicated Lauree" and "just Lauree". My thoughts still race ahead of themselves.
But for the past two days, my thoughts have centered upon the alarming swelling to both my legs. I still know not where my ankles scurried off to. I ought to read the chapters for the exams I missed in both classes this past week, due to having a doctor's appointment every day. Despite the preeminence these courses occupy for my summer, I remain unmotivated to study for them.
I like drugs.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:08 AM]