I dreamed I was kind of looking after a couple dozen homeless high
school students, seniors mostly, who were living in an underground ruin,
like an old basement, made into a dormitory with makeshift beds lined
up in little rows. Till I played my music too loud one morning and we
got found out and evicted. It was horrible, all the guilt & shame.
Those poor kids.
Then I dreamed that my
left knee was really bad and I was having a hard time getting to the
free clinic to have it looked at. Till I got a ride from some young
guys, including a crusty blond guy who was telling me about the troubles
his bulimic transsexual friend was having. But my knee
hurt
so bad it was hard to absorb what he was saying. And then I had to
piss, so I woke up. To find my knee was as bad as in my dream.
After
aspirin & a couple rub-ons I can walk okay but it still hurts. As
does my neck, my back, my hips, and my head. But at least I'm not
constipated, and I'm around no young people whose lives I can ruin.
I
took naltrexone this morning so I ain't drinking away the pain, and I'm
almost out anyway. I had a couple shots late last night after
everything wore off to put myself to sleep but then woke up a couple
hours later hung over. Being buzzed all the time would make life hurt
less but that as you know has its own problems. I'll probably have to
stock up on muscle rub and capsaicin cream, and use my heating pad for
my back. If only they made heating pads you could fasten to your neck.
I'll want to finally get around to doing push ups again later, and maybe
planks, once I'm able, that always makes me feel better when I do it.
One good thing is this scale weighed me as just under 159#, and my pants
still fit, and I can still walk and I'm still continent. Sometimes I
think maybe I should look around thrift stores for a magic lamp.
Lottery
tickets. When I can get out I might buy one, maybe MegaMillions, or
maybe a cheap-ass scratch-off. That's about the only kind of hope I can
consider at the moment.
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