| 2002-06-21 - 9:16 a.m.
Day three
OH. My. God. The Pain. Holy mother of god. I should have known when I felt so good yesterday that my ass would be kicked today. I awoke at 4 when the first Vicodin wore off, and took another. I thought to ease the pain, I'd rinse my mouth with warm salt water. Then I discovered that being upright for any period of time made me want to throw up. This would be bad, since I can't actually open my mouth wide enough to do so. This is going to be a long day. I'm walking around with a bottle of pills in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. And while the pills are taking the edge off, I still want to barf. So I think I will go lie down now.
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