It was
surgery that caused me to
stumble upon
Everything2. 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.