Struggled to stay awake until 11:00 last night so I could take my next dose of oxy and then sleep for a few hours.  Briefly opened eyes to turn off alarm (for the kids) at 7:00, then woke up at 7:30.  Slept for 8 ½ hours!  It was awesome. 

Then I tried to stand up.  Sleeping for 8 ½ hours also meant that I had no pain killers left in my system.  So when I swung my legs over the side of the bed and hoisted myself up onto my crutches, blood and pain flooded into my right leg.  I wasn’t aware that it could still hurt that much.  Might be worth going back to the 4:30am wake up for an oxy to avoid that.  

Gulped and oxy and a tylenol, then crutched to the bathroom, to find the door shut because Bob was in it.  Seemed too hard to go back to bed before peeing, so he opened the door a minute later to find me leaning on the wall, eyes closed, attempting to breathe while I waited for the drugs to kick in.  

Not sure if I over did it yesterday, or it’s a lingering effect of lack of drugs last night, but it’s been more painful today than the couple of days before Christmas.

Swelling is noticably down in my foot.  It’s kind of sloshing around in the temp cast.  Which I guess is good- the reduced swelling, not the sloshing.  Also gives me more room to move my foot around, which hurts like hell but feels like it gets the blood going again.

I still keep thinking I can cut back on the pain killers.  Then the 3 hr mark come around and my leg aches and skin hurts and I feel like I’m going to fall over if I don’t elevate my leg right this minute.  

Yesterday morning I was explaining to Bob how I didn’t really understand why oxy is so abused as a recreational drug.  I mean, yes, it took the edge off the pain, but it’s not like it makes me feel high, or see pretty colors, or want to float way.  He nodded at me Like, sure Robin.  He waited until we were chatting after dinner to point out that when you take it because you’re leg is broken and sliced open, it does what it’s supposed to do: mask the serious fucking pain.  Imagine if I wasn’t in pain and the drug had nothing else to work on.  Then this morning I had a cup of coffee just after taking one; man was I buzzy.  

Bob was supposed to go with Allen to dinner and the Christmas Show at The Family tonight.  He’s thinking about joining; Allen’s recruiting him.  good business connections, etc.  

I was eating dinner with the kids (casaulet & salad dropped off by the ever awesome Kelly) when he called from a cab to tell me that he was worried about me and skipping the show to come home early.  My sweet honey.  

He walks in to find me in the kitchen, leaning on one crutch and the counter, helping Liberty pack his lunch for tomorrow.  Looks confused then tells me “I can’t decided between “Awesome, you’re up and moving around” and “You should never do that again”.”  Which I have to admit I was close to myself, as I was close to telling Lib I needed to sit down for a minute, and yet so happy to be off the couch for a bit.  

4:45 pm  Lib closed the laptop, walked over to the couch, gingerly laid himself across my lap & gave me a hug, pushed himself up & kissed me on the chin, smiled at me and walked back to the computer.

that was awesome.