Last night was rough. Sleeping was difficult. Getting comfortable was really difficult. But the worst was putting Dan and Tiia's minds at ease because the yelp I make when I'm looped up on pain meds sounds a lot like the yelp I make when I'm in actual pain.
One thing I can say about a drug-induced haze is your life does flash before your eyes. And mine's been great from the word go. Strangely, I dreamed about my birth father, Punch. He's still going strong and I think he'd be super proud of me.
I think that's it for today. I need to rest now.
G'nite.
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