Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of more Morphine

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I bet you are all wondering about the new title.......I thought it was clever. So, today marks the 2 week mark of me being home from Thatcher and boy-o-boy is life ever just grand. I do not know what is a worse position to be in; Home alone pretty much 24/7 or having to wake up ever 3 hours to get poked by a nurse. Hold on, I would take the second choice ANY day!! I think that if I did not have my new xbox 360 and Fable 2 to play all day I would probably go mentally insane. Yes, being alone also has its depressive tendancies.......so says Blue Cross/Blue Sheild of Arizona. Thank god for Celexa, Mountain Dew, and South Park!! So, along with all of these wonderful oppertunities to be depressed the Dr. wants me to start mt own Physical Therapy........HAHAHA, RIGHT. If there is anyting any more depressive then not being able to walk to the kitchen from the living room (Approx. 60 or so feet) with out being in the worse pain of yoiur life then by all means, Let Me Know!! If it seriously for the high and lethal doeses of narcotics running through my blood stream I probably would have cut my leg off with a DeWalt redipricating saw or something. FYI......SURGERY SUX!!