I did have a thought but it faded.
My Wound Specialist came later than ever yesterday, last night. I despaired of him coming and took a Codeine. He phoned about two hours after that and told me to take my Codeine so I did, a second one, full strength. I slept, boy, did I sleep. I was sleepy-tired-lazy all day after I got up, late, and I did NOTHING all day. Matt is my conscience now and my whip. I had to bestir myself and do something for him, things I would not do for myself. Like make dinner.
So I was his coach while he swam and his Phys Ed nag while he exercised and I made a good dinner for us —I still remember how. And we watched a neat. history of Monty Python, not finished when Matt had to leave, but I’ve saved it for us.
He saved me from myself.
I think I’m going to get better.