Wednesday
By Wednesday morning, I was well enough to be obnoxious again. I was no longer lost in a fog of fever and pain meds (so really, had no more excuse). Gradually the antibiotic worked its magic, and I grew aware of how sick I’d really been. What with the doctor gouging around in my ass, Sol not being there, Lefty hovering over me like a mother hen, Todd winking and trying to cheer me up whenever he cathed me…and an occasional arrgh from across the room—I was more than ready to get the hell out of Dodge, if you know what I mean. I wanted to go home, wherever home was going to be—preferably somewhere sane without homeless roommates and pirates and—what the hell? Pirates? I looked at Captain Slimy Jim; his shirt said “Charter Harder!”
So in honor of Feeling Better I spent the morning
