Tonight I'm going to see a play (I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change) with my friends Pauline and Buns. I almost wasn't going to go due to a really unpleasant thing that happened while I was shuffling about like a zombie after my fall last weekend, but Pauline and I seem to have gotten that one worked out. It will be nice to see a bunch of old friends and perhaps (who, me?) drink a few martinis.
Despite the morphine I received last Saturday and the perc I took Sunday to kill the pain, I spent most of this week taking nothing but Motrin. I think I took one other perc Monday night and that was it. I never was one for medication. But I have been coughing a lot the past few days. I'm sure its not pneumonia, but that is a common aftereffect for broken ribs, so 10 percent of me is worried. My breathing sounds pretty clear, however.
The apartment is a mess, I haven't recorded any receipts in over a week...Dreamy, can Juanita come over and help me out?