Blargh

I'm writing to you from under a Darvocet haze...and not the fun kind.

Seriously, I've started this post like five times, and apparently I CANNOT MAKE SENSE, no matter how hard I try.

So, I shall leave it at:

• the surgery went fine (no pre-Valium shot this time, damn it! That's why I HAVE these surgeries!)

• my foot hurts

• my foot is in a big sexy blue foam boot

• I hate crutches so so so bad

• pain medicine makes me sick to my stomach/constipated so

• I'm self-medicating with a caramel Drumstick

I shall attempt to return to work tomorrow, but I'm not making any promises.