HIGH. High as a kite, jet liners at 35,000 feet...Not on purpose...I suppose this is another entry in the Vicodin Diaries.
It turns out that I've got really bad tendonitis and that was what was keeping me from swimming. Well...today, just like the doc said I would, I snapped the tendon. HOLY EFFING SHIT. I reached over my head and down behind me to pass a paper back towards the end of my 3rd period class and then my shoulder went all CRUNCH like gravel and my entire arm went numb except for these hellishly lovely lightning bolts of fire that went from my shoulder to my pinky finger.
I sat there trying not to cry for 10 minutes. Then my stupid math teacher in 4th period wouldn't let me get ice and have the nurse look at my shoulder so I DID cry and then my coach came by and yelled at her for it...I went down to the athletic trainer and she says that there's a 90% chance I snapped the tendon. And that would mean surgery to fix it. I haven't been to the doctors yet...
So when I got home I took 2 vicoden and went to bed...Except the entire world had different ideas for how my afternoon should be...So who calls?? MY BOSS. Now here I am, more than slightly asleep and so FREAKING STONED that I woke up in love with some fictitious person in my head that doesn't even EXIST. I'm trying to have a normal conversation with her about my paychecks and stuff without sounding like a complete stoner...I'm not sure if it worked or not, but I'm sure as hell NOT going to ask her about it tomorrow when I go into work...
A few hours later, I had to get up and go interact with my family...I was all dizzy and sped slow and not making any sence at ALL. I found it amusing, I'm not sure that they did. So now...I'm half high?? It's still pretty amusing because I really can't type. But that might have something to do with the numb finger tips...MMMH.
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Lightning in the sky
and lightning under my skin.
I admit all the things I'd rather hide.
I'm craving for the touch
that you're not supposed to give.
But it's what's missing that I crave the most.
You're not mine to have or hold.
I wonder if you want me
every time you see me,
or if that's just me?
I haven't decided yet
if what we're doing is wrong.
I'm not sure I want
to think about it too much.
I miss the way I felt with her.
out of my mouth
in all the words I said too soon,
but meant forever.
Do you remember those rainy days?
As long as our hands were clapsed,
everything was okay.
It's your hands I miss the most.
Holding me, rubbing stress away,
holding my face in your hands,
telling me things will be better,
kissing away my tears.
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JESUS CRISTO! That turned crappy and depressing fast. I don't miss her...Who me? Never. Whatever gave you that idea?
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