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They're sending me to a different hospital tomorrow to have what's left of my spleen removed. At that point they'll be taking me off the morphine - which is fine with me, because it mostly makes me sleep and itch. Though I suppose the not-hurting is a good thing too. But that shit's also really addictive so they couldn't keep me on it too long. They told me what other painkiller meds I'm going to be on, but it might as well be leprechaun blood for all I understood their medical talk.
So I'm leaving my journal with River. I'm not about to have this thing floating around a surgical ward. After that it's a few weeks of doing nothing in a bed, then a couple of months of hobbling around on crutches, then physical therapy. Should be awesome. Anyway, here's the relevant info if anyone needs to get ahold of me. Though whether I'll be coherent is anyone's guess. [uh, stuff.]
Happy birthday, Watts; sorry I couldn't be there.
Oh, and early happy father's day, Neil. Cute kid.
So I'm leaving my journal with River. I'm not about to have this thing floating around a surgical ward. After that it's a few weeks of doing nothing in a bed, then a couple of months of hobbling around on crutches, then physical therapy. Should be awesome. Anyway, here's the relevant info if anyone needs to get ahold of me. Though whether I'll be coherent is anyone's guess. [uh, stuff.]
Happy birthday, Watts; sorry I couldn't be there.
Oh, and early happy father's day, Neil. Cute kid.