Dammit, And Here I Thought I Was Gonna Be OK...
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So: a) I am now out of painmeds. b) The Monday appointment is a pre-op, NOT the fucking operation. c) I can't afford to get scripts refilled even if I can GET them and I can't get them without going in to Urgent Care or to the E.R. since my 'doctor' is a RN and can't actually give me a script for oxycodone. d) Becca's got a viral throat thingie which I now have, and it hurts like nobody's business.

I can barely sleep, I'm lucky if I can stay unconscious for more than two hours at a stretch if I DO fall asleep, I hurt a LOT and have nothing I can do about it, they won't be FIXING this until at least a week after Monday... someone, please, kill me? When you've got gallbladder problems it affects your liver. When you have liver problems, you're not supposed to drink. Ergo: I can't even get drunk to try to cut the pain.

Shoot me.

Please.

This REALLY hurts.

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