  Its too early in the night to warrant a goodbye. Yet all I want to do is crawl back into bed and assume the position of a supine back surgery victim and let it be. Tonight I got the worst back spasms since the spinal fusion, a space just above my new tattoo I got to mark the spot of worst pain. Felt no less like a knife being poked in and out of the area. I screamed a few times, right into the open window beside me.
Even the stupid cat took pause (paws, hahhaha) to watch me writhe. Another pain pill, and I feel better. Stupid and useless, yes. But no screams. Isnt that what the surgeon advertised before my disk declamation? Well, Im feeling a bit sleepy after all the trauma and medicinal drink and drug. If Im to make it to class at all tomorrow, Id better get to sleep now. Before 8 so humbling. 
