I’ll take ‘em. Vicodin, Percocet, syringes full of morphine, whatever. We’re going on two weeks of stabbing pain, ER visits, doctor’s visits, ultrasounds, x-rays, cups full of pee and shitty ineffective pain relievers.
Gentle readers, I require your assistance. Powers of the TNS nation, activate!
Actually, that’s a conceit: everyone knows what it’s like to be the sad man. If you’ve never known what it’s like, I think, clinically, you are manic and should seek help.
It’s NaBloPoMo. I can’t crap out on the second day, but I’ve been at a Board of Directors retreat all day, haven’t eaten anything but complimentary mints, and am incapable of thinking about anything other than PowerPoint and budget projections. So: help.
Please use the navigation to move within this section.