I laid on the bed for six hours; eyes closed but mind wide awake. Rocko wrenched my back yesterday when he "treated" me to an unusual and sudden episode of what can best be described as sand-skiing. Despite applying two curry patches to my lower back, using a heating pad and taking both ibuprofen and Vicodin, the pain is excruciating.
Hallucinations started just before sunrise but have subsided as the morning has brightened. I think I might be able to crash in a little while. NPR's Saturday morning lineup is familiar, soothing and - after Weekend Edition - funny.
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