6/28/07 – Duped

Yesterday was a good day. Righty and I were rolling right along on the reduced swelling train, testing out some new found range of motion and feeling like maybe we were brave enough to let a few little rays of hope shine in. We had a brief field trip to the farmer’s market and the running shoe store, we had a delightful visit from Laurel and Duke (holla BC girls I got to meet him and he’s pumpkin ; ), we even got invited to Jays for some post game celebrating. All of this with really minimal pain, relatively speaking. I went to bed thinking that maybe we’d crossed a healing threshold. Maybe Righty was mending and there was crutch free walking and even driving in our near future. These were the wonderful dreams I was dreaming right up until about 2am when Righty woke me up screaming as if Kathy Bates and her sledge hammer were poised at the foot of the bed.

You see Kelly had kindly given me a bottle 8hr Tylenol pills. She said they worked wonders when she tore her ACL. I had taken them in the morning with breakfast and then another does just a tad shy of 8 hrs later. Then about 6hr later I went to bed. Well it turns out, Kelly was right, they do work wonders. They do such a good job masking pain that you actually think that you’re not having any. They do such a good job making the pain disappear that you are lulled into believing, worse hoping that things are on an upswing and that you’re approaching a mending milestone. They also make you push Righty a little to hard because you can't hear the screaming.

Now, I know its not Tylenol’s fault, they’re just doing their job and kudos, they do it really well. But I don’t like not knowing what’s going on with my body. So today I am declaring myself a drug free zone. That's right, cold turkey. Righty and I are going detox.

So far, I want to kill myself.