OCTOBER 9

Yesterday wasn't great. Actually, it felt like a step or two backward as I crashed twice, once in the morning and then again the the afternoon. As limited as my exertions are, I.e., I sit in my chair all day, I was surprised to find my energy repeatedly depleted.

In the evening, we did watch 'our' Texas Longhorns defeat Colorado. I fear Oklahoma next week as a much better opponent.

Received a pair of cards frpm friends who mailed them from an Amsterdam layover on their way to Greece. Their empathy was warm and wonderful.

Today I will switch to the less powerful pain pills as the hospital doc would only discharge me with just 8 Oxycontin pills. To spring them from the pharmacy, triplicate forms must be filed!

I don't feel what I'd call pain in my foot but have done a pretty good job of not moving it. My other joints, etc., have taken a beating and they will hurt.

It would be a shame to discover monster pain which has been masked until now by the powerful OxyC, so for the sake of all concerned, especially Terri, I will continue down the Prescriptive Highway.

It will be interesting to learn if my current round of dreams is sponsored by Oxycontin or the trauma. All my dreams last night were unpleasant ones, and as I awake about every hour or two to pee - thank god for the porta-potty bedside - there are plenty dreams in between pit stops.

Writing of trauma, I have found if I dwell on the long recovery or the accident, just from that, I can break out in a cold sweat.
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