Dinner: lettuce salad with avocado and cucumber with balsamic and olive oil, two pieces of cold pizza, an orange, a glass of milk, a homemade chocolate chip cookie, and water water water.
Activities: cuddle with Eleanor on the couch, try and fail to play a game with Azalea, watch part of an old-school episode of SNL (hosted by Calista Flockhart with musical guest Ricky Martin, YES), read, discuss books with the lovely Statia, help put jammies on the little nuggets.
Mood: I'm told that I am looking and acting better than I was when I got home at 2:30. That's good. However, my brain feels fuzzier and my "port" hurts more. I'm tired, but not sleepy. I am currently wrestling with whether or not I want to take a vicodin to ease the discomfort, but maybe extra-strength tylenol will suffice? I'm a tough-it-out sort of girl with few vices: I took no drugs during childbirth, but I do love a good alcoholic beverage once in awhile, as many of you can attest to (insert favorite hbomb memory here).
The vicodin awaits, lurking in a white pharmacy bag on the dining room table, preying on my fear of what tomorrow will bring.