With the exception of about three hours today, I've slept 'round the clock. Just woke up at 1:30 a.m., brushed my teeth, checked e-mail, and now, I'm ready to go back to sleep. I'm on a fairly amazing painkiller cocktail right now. The ER doc told me some people have out-of-body experiences from it. Oh, I am *all* for that!
In my case, it's made me a major league lump, but at least it's so effective that I can't feel the throbbing ache that had developed in my lower back, neck, and head by the time I got to the hospital last night. When I drove to the ER, btw, I got all the way there and then realized I had forgotten to bring my wallet. As in, no ID, no insurance card, bupkis. Ms. Forgetful had to turn around, drive home, hobble upstairs, retrieve the wallet, and start all over again.
When I finally left the hospital (around 4-ish in the morning) it was raining. I wedged myself into the car and turned on the windshield wipers, forgetting that the one in the back was attached to that whole squished liftgate. I hear this "Eeeeeeeeerrrrrrrgggggg" as the wiper made a valiant effort to do its job and then just stopped in the middle of the window.
At that point, I laughed. A somewhat hysterical laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.
Back to bed with me. Tomorrow (well, later today) I'll write about my ER experience, my two hours of conversation with insurance companies (my, my, but Madame Hit and Run's insurance was quite surprised to hear about their client's behavior), the great Dolby gig at the Birchmere, and the weirdness of hanging out at the local IHOP (aka "the Incarcerated House of Pancakes") at 5 a.m. , while waiting for the drugs to be dispensed at the 24-hour pharmacy. I really can't go anywhere without things getting strange. (As if you guys didn't already know that...)
See you later today. Be there, aloha!