Dear Diary, March 23rd, 2017

Dear Diary: it’s been 1,382 days since transplant surgery. This past week has been a whirlwind of pain. And so busy! I had company in town for the weekend so that was awesome. Paying for being out all weekend is not awesome. Thank Jeebus I did not drink all weekend and opted to be the driver (although the owner of Scotsmen Well seemed to be annoyed I wasn’t drinking and made it known constantly). Again I am faced with a headache. The botox injections seem to stop the headaches from being daily. However, they don’t seem to stop me from getting one giant, horrible headache occasionally. I will take it as a step in the right direction.

I’m bored. I wish I could work. Well, I wish I would ever feel well enough to go to work. Or go to school. Then I wake up from that dream and I can barely get out of bed and I realize I’d only be able to work 1 day a month before dying a horrible death. Then the dream ends. Yeah, my goal this week will be to go for coffee one day for one hour without dying a horrible death. That seems more realistic. And if I can’t go to the coffee shop, I will get out of bed and have a coffee one time this week. Yeah, take that, pain! This weekend I will be all alone. The missus is working and the boy is away, so I will have time to work on my blog finally. I need to get caught up on all the stuff I’ve not written over the last 2 weeks. But first, I will start with a coffee…….