It was surgery
that caused me to stumble
. Trapped between a chair and a bed ("awake
" and "drug-induced haze
"), Everything2 became my salvation
against premature mental decrepitude
. A web search for Hunter S. Thompson
on George W. Bush
landed me here, and I suppose the rest is history
. My early write-ups
were laced with the powerful perscription painkiller
I was on.
The wounds are not closing and I am becoming worried. Being trapped in the Frozen North once again, I am terribly lacking in medical supplies (bandges, med-tape, etc.) and am forced to use duct tape to keep whats left of my bandges on while I attempt some sort of sleep. Perhaps tomorrow I can find adequate supplies at the Market. Oh, and more painkillers.
I must be really tired to create a node about this.