whine

i hate morphine. and codeine. and imperfect beds (though this one *is* better than ours). i hate feeling like my hips are one complex interaction of a variety of cramps. i hate constipation (thanks, morphine), and that sense of uncertainty after five days that i even need to go to the toilet.

achievements for the day: paying some medical bills, completing and signing forms for gd's surgery, watching a large chunk of videos that were on my "watch later" playlist, getting more confident with my physio exercises, eating (gd's dinner was good, my appetite was not), and playing some mindless games with mr smear for a bit.

oh, and the itching. i HATE the itching.