Too much of a good thing

You know how you wish you could just get some sleep, lounge around, and catch your breath for a while?

Let me tell you - it gets old. I've been out of commission since the fall on Monday and I'm ready start moving again. The issue here is that, for the most part, my brain is still working but my body is still bruised and battered. I can be up and moving for about 10 minutes and then my ribs start to hurt badly enough that I have to sit down.

I can't even yell at Allen because it takes too much effort and it hurts too much to talk for more than 5-10 minutes. Yelling uses even more resources so I'm only good for that for about 2 minutes.

I am on pain killers and trying to wean off of those over the weekend. Right now, that doesn't seem likely. I also feel like I'm alwasy coming into the theater half way though the movie. I come out of my room and have no idea what has been going on. I can hear Lexi whining and crying and I often make my apperance because of it. That doesn't help much and I'm so hopped up on drugs tha I can't even formulate a coherent sentence so communication has been even more difficult.

Here's to a speedy recovery!
p.s. The spell check on this website isn't working so please excuse the mistakes. I bet I had you all fooled, thinking I knew how to read, write and spell. Ha!