Just picked up a fresh script earlier. I can't bloody wait until I have my consult with the fracture clinic, I am hoping I can get the guy to do me a corticosteroid shot for the hip. I'm sick of having traumatic experiences every time I have to hitch a lift in my old man's car, or when I have to pull on my combat boots, and bend down to lace the pestilent things....tighten...yoink...owfuck...tighten...yoink---owfuck lather, rinse repeat. I'm fed up of not being able to bend at the waist, but to have to bend, carefully on my good leg instead, extend/draw up my bad leg/hip side.
Time to go lie down for a bit, have a fag and crank out the Rammstein, get some sleep, then maybe get some eats. Last few day I was down to just enough codeine syrup to stop me hitting W/D, no appetite, majorly overloaded, starving hungry but couldn't eat a bite.
I'm feeling so much more human now, I can't wait until its chow time.....can't decide weather to have roast chicken, chinese crispy
&pancakes or chinese tofu/spicy black bean sauce.....choices, choices....or maybe a nice piece of fish...one thing is for sure....cold beer will need to accompany my grub. A glass of bailly's, then bugger me if its not bed time for my sleep-deprived self.
