Tonight has been as bad as last night. 9:30, 12:00, 2:00. It’s harder because I’m not at home. I’ve got no place to go. Except outside, but it’s cold.
I have got to stop with the soda. It is not my friend.
I have things to do when I get home tomorrow, but I don’t know how I’m going to do them with my hands in this condition. At this point, I’m feeling like, let’s just do the surgery and get it over with. Pins and needles is one thing. Pain is a whole other.