So, at least pain signifies that I’m still alive. However, it’s preventing me from doing much of anything. Right now, I’m counting down the time until I can take another pain pill. I have an hour left. Boo.
Tomorrow I have an appointment with the wound care clinic. I hope they can figure something out that is going to cause me less pain. I’m packing wet to dry like I was told, but the dry seems to fuse with the wound and pulling it out is like taking a scab off. Incredibly painful and bloody.
I’m so sick of all this.
A Journey to Me... 
I’m so, so sorry, hon. Need more books as a distraction? Or is it to the point you can’t focus on anything? Prayers and gentle hugs!
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It’s hard to focus. I take one pain pill and it takes the edge off. Two makes me pass out. I’m trying to sleep as much as I can but I have to go back to work tomorrow….
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Can you try cutting them in half, and doing 1 and a half? Or are they time release, or capsules?
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