Doc had already taken his sleeper meds, so I can't go to the doctor today. If it's this bad tomorrow, I may go to urgent Care to get a script for anti-inflammatories, and I wouldn't say no to some pain medication, but I won't ask for it. Last time this happened, two years ago, they gave me gobs of Vicodin. That was a fun spring.
Right now the pain is about a 3 out of 10. I just had the heating pad on it for 45 minutes.
Stupid ribs. Harry Reid is a better man than me, being able to dismiss his cracked ribs as unimportant. It fucking hurts, man.
Before he went to sleep, Doc made me take to OTC sleeper pills so I would lay down and sleep all afternoon instead up being up smoking. But those pills don't affect me. And I don't particularly want to lay down.
Did I mention that the touchpad on the drone computer is working? So I can continue the diary scanning while the mouse is on this machine.
In the wake of the DOJ report, how can Ferguson PD still be claiming not to be racist? I don't understand, this isn't a movie, there is no suspension of disbelief. These people need to be told about national press coverage and the internet. I don't think they realize that the whole world can see them and hear them. I really don't. Because who would be that stupid? Besides Congress, I mean.