The White Russian.
I flew back home to Kenosha yesterday afternoon and I was stuck at O'Hare International Airport for approximately 2 hours waiting for my stepdad to pick me up. I broke my leg in Afghanistan a couple weeks ago and that's why I got the chance to come home yet again. This time around I'm in constant pain and I'm rather glad that I don't have to go back to work at that clinic in Japan just yet. I'm not ready. Not emotionally and definitely not physically. I'm on crutches for christsakes and I have staples running up my leg. Last night I had my morphine capsules, percocet and my mom's sleeping pills rock me to sleep. It worked. I was finally able to sleep a whole night through, and even though my leg was screaming when I woke up, I felt surprisingly refreshed. Current Music:
Today's Denny's b-day and we took him out to some buffet to eat for breakfast and then I threw down on his HDTV for his present. He's a good kid. He deserves a sweet tv. Now, tomorrow...tomorrow's a day for me. So I'm hitting up J.Crew and Polo and Barnes & Nobles and hell, maybe I'll even get mysel one of those little Amazon Kindle things. After all, I deserve it. I was wounded in Afghanistan. And yes I plan on milking that for as long as I possible can.
I need new clothes for the majority of mine are packed away god knows where in Okinawa right now. And I don't even want to start to think about where all my military gear is right now. Hopefully they were able to ship that shit of back to base successfully. : )
The good thing about being a little crippled is that these painkillers I'm on reduce my appetitite to miniscule proportions so I'm dropping weight pretty nicely. I also have basically no sex drive which is great since I refuse to have crippled sex. For a couple reasons. My left leg is hella swollen, it's still got staples in it and yellow stuff oozes out from one site. Sexy, eh? That's right. No sex for me.
Just white russians. And the bottle of champagne I bought this morning.
Cruz Y Maldicion - R.K.M. & Ken-Y