If I haven’t said it before, being stuck on this bed is old. Really, really old.
My brain is starting to turn into something akin to mush. I have no desire to do anything productive or constructive, so I’m watching a “mind candy” movie – Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins. I’ve seen it a number of times and I always regret it afterward. Sort of like driving by a multi-car accident: you don’t want to look as you pass, but you can’t help it. The novels – a form of “pulp fiction” – are the same way. Bad for you and addictive. I read a number of them when I was much younger, and they were extremely distracting at the time. I’m sure they are the same way now.
Sleep was tough last night. For some reason I couldn’t get comfortable, and I had an especially difficult time keeping my left foot in a place where it would stay out of trouble. Bad enough that as I write this it is nearly 11:00AM and I have been awake since 5:30. And the hospital bed (that I’ve been referring to as a “Barca bed”) is less comfortable each day I’m in it. I keep sliding down towards the foot – that especially is driving me crazy.
I just have to remind myself that I’m stuck here for only 5 more days. And watch Remo Williams go after the bad guys. With Chiun. And maybe I’ll be driven to sleep…