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Managed to get some sleep last night and today. Took three doses of the medications to stop the inflammation and the pain. Now, the pain is but a memory. Had lots of thoughts regarding what people do that have chronic pain. How they have to cope despite the numbing, persistent, relentless annoyance of the pain. Can see why assisted suicide can be considered a better alternative. At some point, the pain is pointless. There is a point, beyond which, there is no awareness of anything except the pain.

Anyway, I managed to get some drugs, stop the pain, and get some sleep. Ah, to knit up the ravelled sleeve of care.

L is looking good. Her getting a job has been a real boost for her. The beginning of the end for us most likely, but good for her.

Not noticing much of anything from the codeine that I'm taking. No vivid dreams, although I've only been able too sleep a short while over the past few days.

Relentless pursuit of the tides. Random thoughts of multiple realities. A dozen different dreams imagined in an instant. The nectar of grief mixed with the sweetness of knowing. A million galaxies that no longer pulse with life. I am the turtle; I am the walrus. Too many people adrift all over the planet. Voices that mix and sing together, but have no harmony and no intrinsic passion.

I need to eat. Yogurt and banana call me to the feeding trough. Delinquent deliveries. The tracks of time resplendent and shining with reflected lights. All too soon, the creatures dance and sing.
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It's now later in the evening. I've nodded off several times in succession. About to wrap myself in covers and fall back into the bed. Nice to be able to sleep and rest. Tomorrow calls, but it does not whistle. I await the new day without the old daze. Nothing coherent seems to want to emerge or manifest. Papal blessings to everyone, even those other churches. Adi-nacht.