
I woke up this morning throwing up while my staples and stitches all down my stomach stretched and pulled like a tug-o-war. It hurt real good, and then I did it again. That put me in a bad mood, and I haven't been able to get my enthusiasm up all day. The thought of future feasts is my driving force to get me through the day. The nurse discovered that I have a huge bloody bed sore on my boney, buttless booty.
But that doesn't matter. Why? Because I've got Tears for Fears. I imagine the awesome slow motion scene from Donnie Darko when "Head over Heels" is loud and proud, and I want to be there in October of '88. Here's to Tears for Fears! I love that band...
In better news today, I got out of the hospital bed by myself and walked around for a while. I'm surprised how much muscle I lost and how fast! It's definitely going to take me a while to recoup completely.
Tommy just left so I had the nurse give me some extra good juice. Sleepy time.
Tyler