Listening: Louis Armstrong, Cabaret
Got more shots today in my leg. Ow. Bled all over his table. But at least it seems like I can bend my knee this time. He wants me to double up on the muscle relaxers too, so I get the feeling I'll be sleeping a lot very, very soon. Right now I feel kinda woozy from all the whatchacallit. Anasthesia. Whatever. But I did manage to drive myself home, a true hazard on the road. I can't ask my neighbor to drive me every two weeks. That's stretching the bounds of familiarity. Or something like that. I don't want to be a burden.
Last night I made a triple chocolate caramel and toffee cake. It came out pretty good. Maybe I'll have a piece for lunch. If I'm awake.