Oh the boredom!

The worst part of this whole ordeal so far is the boredom. I can't sit and I'm a little too uncomfortable to read anything for school. Lying down in bed is okay, but lying on the pull out couch strains my back when I'm face down and strains my wound when I'm on my side. Plus, on my side it's hard to watch videos and either way it's hard to read any of the trashy mags my wife has provided for me. I want to work, but I can't, and I want to watch videos all day but that's not really comfortable either. I'm not in so much pain that I feel like I deserve to be unproductive, but I'm in enough to prevent me from being so. Very frustrating.

I don't want to close the night with a downer, so I'll add this:

Dr. Brand left a message (on my wife's voicemail for some reason) and it seems that I'm healing very well. He says this because we asked him what he made of the fact that I'm not really draining much from the wound (remember that tube connected to my ass?). So that's nice.

And today it was very stormy and rainy and that made for some great entertainment.

And my wife left a great dinner for me tonight since she was going out with some friends. As I wrote earlier, she's a healer by nature and by trade, but I'm beginning to wonder if there isn't some bar-setting going on here, as in, letting me know by example the kind of care that I need to provide when she's pregnant. (I'm kidding honey!) She would never act that way. But I am taking note and hopefully she can feel this taken care of some day.

Story told by my mom: she's pregnant and awake in the middle of the night and needs ice cream. My dad goes out into the city to get it. He comes back, victorious. She frowns. "On a stick." And he goes back out again.