mediiccatiooonn

It's 8pm and im sitting in class wondering why I even bothered to walk through the door. Am I learning? Yeaahhh...but do I feel like complete ish...yeeaaaahhh. Somehow when I read the doctor's paperwork I took 3 days bed rest as ..HEY GO DO SHIT!...no..so not what she meant. In fact when I read it over, I'm not supposed to be fully active yet. Hmmm? Active? Like walking in the snow to the subway and catching two trains to get to class and walking uphill and hauling books around? YEahhhhh...not supposed to be doing that. Well...at least I go to my doc tmw and can bitch about all the pain, and stress, and yada yada yada.

Class has about 40 minutes before we call it a rap. hmmm...my notes are hefty. I would really like to be heavily medicated right now. Then nothing would matter. The pain in my head..the heaviness in my arms. It would all float away. We can dream can't we..