Report From A Sickbed 2

French hot dog
with mayonnaise 

Nothing much happening, I´m still in pain but think it is getting better until it starts hurting again. Yesterday I ended up in a sort of "high" for about six hours through mixing too many over-the-counter Swedish painkillers. I know I laid down to sleep on my bed, but I woke up in a couch.

I actually didn't believe that this could happen with Swedish over-the-counter drugs, which are much weaker than the ones sold without prescriptions in the United States or anywhere else in the world, but now I know, so that was the last time I mix three drugs, I am sticking to the two-drug-combos from then on.

Physical pain has always made me angry and irritated and at the time being I am sick of it. I never cry when I am in physical pain but still feel like a whining wimp and that´s what pisses me.

Yesterday, I also got flowers and presents delivered to me, which was sort of sweet, but is that really what we (meaning I) want when we (me again) feel like shit and want to be left alone? Well, people mean well I guess.

After reading Zigadena Gabardini´s order to "eat something" in the comments, I actually walked to a gas station nearby in the middle of the night and bought what is called a "French hot dog" here, its a sausage shoved into what the gas-station claims to be a piece of baguette (but it really is just a piece of white fluffy bread). I ate almost all of it, well three-quarters at least.