My brain in its infinite wisdom had me awake for 4 hours in the middle of the night, and I still woke up at 8:30. I’m so fucking tired. I’m exhausted from fighting through the recovery from this procedure. Clearly it’s incredibly painful if I’m only getting a few hours of sleep each night. I keep moving from my bed to the couch and back, and I still can’t find any comfortable positions to ease the pain in any way. I’m pretty much out of whatever mental energy I had going into the procedure, so now there’s a big drop off that makes it feel even worse. Also it’s supposed to be like 147F today in this stink hole city, so fuck me on that one too.
Made my way to the store before the burning hell-fire of Hades, also known as shitty Chicago weather fully sets in. Picked up a couple more ice packs. Bought out the store. Now I have 6, and I can get 2 uses out of them usually. I might need a separate freezer just for my ice packs! It’s the only thing keeping me going lately, so I need to commit. It’s 1:30 and I’ve already gone through 3 ice packs. I might actually be short today since the new ones and the used ones are all fighting for the cold air in the freezer, and none of them are freezing. It will sort itself out. If only I didn’t have to rely on having my spine frozen for 16 hours a day in order to only just get by. I dream of some sort of cryogenic implant that keeps my lumbar spine constantly chilled. Patent Pending.