I forgot what I was going to put here
Druggy amnesia is a weird thing. It’s about 8pm and I’ve finally started reentering the world of the living (although I’ve been “conscious” since about 1pm). But the whole day is very fractured and fuzzy in my head. I keep remembering random bits of the day but I’m not sure what was real and what was a dream — until about an hour ago I was still dreaming with my eyes open. Maybe I still am. I feel completely awake but if I close my eyes I lose 10 minutes.
I am very very very glad that it’s my left hand (and that I’m right handed), because that hand’s completely useless right now. I’ve discovered I’m pretty good at typing one-handed though. The first thing I remember from the recovery room is laughing and telling the nurse “I’m Hellboy!”… because the cast and bandage is very Hand of Doom-esque, and my visible fingertips were all orange from betadine. I think the nurse just thought I was still loopy though.
Anyhoo. My hand hurts. My cast is cool. Drugs are weird.
