Tempus Fugit

Where to begin?  My surgery is over and time will heal.  Meanwhile, my body isn't eliminating her wastes.  That also will happen in time.  But I'm not looking forward to it.

The pain killers make me nauseous and dizzy, so I try not to take them, although the instructions say my body will adjust.  But they're narcotics; do I want to adjust?

Lord, have mercy.