Enough is Enough.
You know how you get to a point where you're just ready to be well and forget about how you got there?
For, like, fifteen minutes at a time, between icepacks, I'm PAIN FREE! Woohoo!! I LOVE IT.
Then the other forty-five minutes, I'm irritable and swinging, mood-wise, from the chandelier. If we had a chandelier.
The dog is looking at me strangely. Why is the dog looking at me strangely? What does he mean by that?