Well, I keep hearing that days three to five are the most painful so I'm gearing up emotionally, reminding myself that I can take that next sip of ice cold water; the pain is not bigger than me and my extra-strength Vicodin. But it is proving itself a worthy opponent, that's for damn sure. As I pee my life away (staying hydrated is of the utmost importance, pain-wise), I think about what a mind-fuck all of this is. I have to talk myself into the next thing I will swallow, wincing the entire time. I am afraid to go to sleep for fear of what it will feel like waking up with a dry open wound in my mouth.
Who wants to make out?
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i dont know if this is news to you or not, i just thought youd be
interested:
http://slog.thestranger.com/slog/archives/2008/11/15/wanda_sykes_comes_out
sunny.
I wish I were there to change your gauze and feed you soup. Miss you.
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