Three vicodin left. *shivers*

I'm not going to make it until Monday.

There is no possible way to make three vicodin last that long, not with this much pain.

I wish I knew Manna's number.

I wish the doctor had been reasonable and given me 30 instead of 20.

I wish Grr knew Manna's number.

I wish I'd had the strength (and intelligence) to go to Rocky yesterday, I might have seen her there.

I wish I hadn't been good and turned down drug offers earlier - 's too late now.

I wish I didn't hurt.

I wish someone could help.

I wish there was SOMETHING that someone could do to make it go away.

I wish it were all better.

I wish I were healthy.

I wish the pain would stop.

I can't stress that last part enough.

This hurts BAD.