I’ve been home for 10 hours and for about 9 of those I wished I was back in the hospital because this recovery crap is ROUGH. Getting on and off the couch is insane, moving around to get this or that for myself is a pain, and my back is so sore from the positions I’m laying/sitting in. I can’t get comfortable and Darvocet shouldn’t be classified as a Narcotic because it’s doing absolutely nothing at ALL for me. *angry face* Maybe a bit of drowsiness for 10 minutes. My staples feel really weird and I have numb spots all over my stomach with absolutely NO feeling… it’s weird.

Randy still knows NOTHING about this. He knew I was going to the hospital Monday and hasn’t been able to call since.. hopefully he calls soon so I can give him a quick summary and I’m also hoping Randy’s mom doesn’t bail on me this weekend b/c I can’t drive. No ifs/ands/buts about that and mom won’t take me. I’m not sure the guards will let me go in though, I need to call and make sure b/c obviously staples aren’t going to pass a metal detector.

My parents just got their tax returns done tonight and needless to say, they’re pretty happy with the $5,200 that they got. I can’t complain, I’m getting to finish my computer and get contacts *Finally* and my brothers are getting a PS3. She’s also buying herself a laptop and dad wants some new tools/gloves and stuff for work. She might look into getting him a new watch, perhaps an AP offshore would be appreciated? Then again he might ruin it at work.