Today I awoke a little on the dope sick side, which actually kinda surprised me because of my dose yesterday; it should have kept me okay until at least the afternoon.
John, my roommate, has been an insufferable dick lately, so I decided it was best to head for Aunt Cindy’s for the afternoon. I went mainly to use the phone, but of course the opportunity presented itself to grab a few tabs. So, I did, being quite careful to moderate, taking only 2–just wanted to feel not so sick and perform well at work, which was accomplished. I used the phone and finally go ahold of mom; she was on some remote lake in Minnesota, right in the boat fishing when she called me back. We talked for a while, and I got her nailed down on me visiting sometime in August, which is just great by me!! I miss home. Something to look forward to, I haven’t been home in ages!, since March in fact, so it’s just great!
Work went well. Jack was in the kitchen, and he made everything run nice and smooth. It was slow compared to what they expected, good! I get paid the same regardless.
Saw April at work. She gave me a ride home. She swears up and down that she’s been sick too, but she hasn’t called me in the last few days, so I’m not so sure about all that. I got her on the hook with my pill day on Thursday, so let’s see if she comes through for me tomorrow. I really hope so. I need to not be sick just this week.
It’s nice in a way not to be so totally f***ed up everyday. I sometimes wonder what I miss.
Hmmm…, I think I will begin rating day on a scale of 1–10 (one being the very, very worst and 10 being the very best). Everyday from now on in this journal right with the date heading. Today would rate as a very average 5, nothing really good nor bad happening, kinda boring and unimpressive anyways. So, now I’ll be doing that. I can’t believe I’ve written this journal now for 2 whole weeks!! It’s really great; I love it!
Intake: 20 mg oxyco, oral
P.S. I just realized that I was up north in June for my Aunt’s funeral.
(Yes, Matt was up north for a funeral. My sister died on her way home from work when someone ran a light and broadsided her. Died suddenly at age 50. Matt spoke at her funeral by delivering the eulogy. Life really isn’t guaranteed for any of us, is it.)