Saturday, September 11, 2004

these one-way streets are killing me

This morning I was fine, but since about 4pm I have been in the most severe pain. I took some vicodin (no effect), my sleep meds (no effect), and a valium (it's 3:15am and I'm still wide awake; when my neurochemistry gets screwed up it doesn't do things halfway). Now I'm playing the waiting game - waiting for the pain to pass, or sleep to come. Or for a meteorite to hit the house.

There's something positively glacial about time when you've got chronic pain. Good times, on the other hand, just seem to fucking whiz by. Is this just subjective experience, or is it another side-effect of living in a universe that has increasing entropy? Malicious diety perhaps?