Ow. I'm still proud. I know this because I hesitated. I had to weigh the ignominy of a butt injection over crippling pain. Butt injection won. Didn't feel it. Didn't feel much of anything in the hours that ensued. I enjoyed it. That's not good. I need to go swimming. When medicated stupors start feeling like vacations, that means I need to go swimming. Preferably with K-- who surprised me a few days ago. I didn't think religious humanists existed anymore. She'd never call herself that. I want to float. I want to haul my freakishly buoyant low bone density tired tired injected and ashamed butt over to the sea. Or a pool. Or a puddle. I pass out now. |