Slowly losing my mind...

I think I have figured out why people get hooked on narcotics after surgery.   The obvious answer is that they are in pain.  The less obvious is that they are BORED OUT OF THEIR FREAKING MINDS and looking for relief.  If the drugs didn't make me so sick I would probably love the stoned feeling as days would not seem to drag endlessly.   Alas, I cannot enjoy oxycontin or vicodin, so I have to try to entertain myself.   Today I was so bored that I managed to clean all of my makeup brushes with actual shampoo, clean up dog puke (no idea what's up with Bailey but if God loves me he will make it stop)  and load the dishwasher (still can't unload as that requires actual movement around the kitchen.)    Other than that, I have been relegated to the couch, recliner, or bed.   Aaron is sick so we managed to throw in an argument just for fun, simply because we're both in foul moods and taking it out on each other.   Now we realize that arguing is not a great use of our "quality time" together, but neither of us has the energy or feels good enough to have "real" quality time.   

Tomorrow I will get out of the house long enough to go pick Ryan up from the in-law's.  It's sad that a trip in the car has become my version of freedom.  I am simply in love with the heated seats and satellite radio.  Oh the little things to be grateful for!