Where's the pain meds when you need them?

I went to work today. It sounded like a good idea at the time.

I've had no appetite through this. Except cinnamon. I'm craving cinnamon ...bread, rolls, coffee creamer...

There have been two nights in the adventure where interesting things have happened. Let me tell you one. By deduction the next morning and one scant memory...

Apparently I decided in the middle of the night that my wounds needed redressing.  Some how I thought I was out of bandages and cut my absolute most favorite dish towel up in to square dressing pads. But, before I could finish I went back to bed/sleep.

Somewhere something said, screw this, let's go back to bed. What I want to know is...where was that rational when I thought cutting up my favorite dish towel was the thing to do?

People can say the stupidest things. One woman, after asking how I was, declared that since my accident she has completely changed how she cooks with her gas stove.

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Glad my scarring event was helpful for you.

Later peeps.