It's been over a week since I hurt my back and went to the emergency room. I moved out of my apartment on Monday, though I could do very little to help with the move. I got a new job on Wednesday. I'm not taking anymore prescription medication. And frankly, I don't remember much of last week. Everything is kind of in a haze, but to be fair, I was pretty doped up on pain killers the entire time. I would be right now if I still had some. Well, I do, but you aren't supposed to take ketorolac (toradol) for more than five days in a row. It's the hyrdocodone I'm out of. I've been taking ibuprofen, which does not work nearly as well.
Let me just say, I'm ashamed of how little reading I've gotten done considering how much time I spent in bed last week. I've been reading, on average, about twenty pages a day, I'd say. It's hard to comprehend what you're reading when you're essentially high, especially when what you're reading is written in the Queen Anne style. I was thinking that Henry Esmond seems really hard to follow compared to Thackeray's other works, but it's probably the drugs. Maybe I'll reread it sometime when I'm not constantly impaired.
I've been downloading more music than anything else. Probably because I wake up extremely early. Before everyone else, so I just look up music and wander the internet. Eisley has a new album out that's pretty amazing, and I'm been listening to a lot of MC Frontalot. Nerdcore is the only hip hop I'll listen to. I've downloaded about twenty-five albums in a week. I have to say, just to get it off my chest, I've been listening to the new Hellogoodbye album quite a bit and it's rather good. This maturer sound they've developed is refreshing. It's poppy, but not in the dance punk style they used to have, which had long since grown stale. It sounds more like The Format. Hell, I even downloaded a William Shatner album. I was surprised by how much I liked it.
All this staying up late and waking up early shit has got to stop. Granted, two Saturdays ago--the day after my fall--I slept for nearly thirteen hours. But I woke up at 5:00 in the morning and stayed up till around 1:30 AM, only to wake up four hours later in extreme pain. It's been about the same routine since then. No matter how good I feel during the day, I always wake up around 6:00 or 7:00 with my back feeling completely awful. Right now is the worst my back's felt at night for a while, but that's probably because I haven't had a pain pill since 7:00 this morning. Plus, I took a nap after work, and I always feel worse after sleeping.
This post seems in no way coherent to me. That's the way I've been since the fall. I have a hard time concentrating. But maybe that's me blaming my accident for how I've always been. I have had memory problems. Not real issues. Just not as quick on the draw as I usually am. My wife says I should be back to speed in a little while. Once I'm completely off of any medication, probably. Hopefully in a weeks more time I'll stop pausing for two minutes trying to remember something I should have readily available in my mind, and stop filling my sentences with "uh's," "um's," and "I can't think of it right now's." No brain damage or anything. Don't worry about that. I didn't hit my head when I fell, and my new job is at a hotel I worked at before and after three hours of refresher training I was running the shift on my own. So, my mind is fine, just running a bit slow is all.
Hopefully this doesn't set me back on my reading list, esspecially considering I added a few books to it, I still plan on reading all five of Dickens' Christmas books in December, and I have another big move in five months. We'll see. I'm only on nine out of forty-one, and seven of those were in January. I was hoping to have Henry Esmond done by the end of February, but "there's many a slip between the cup and lip" and all that. I love that expression.