the aftermath

This has been the worst kind of weekend, and a miserable wrap up to Spring Break. It's kind of a toss up between being in pain from my car accident, or taking my pain pills and then being sick to my stomach and in La-La-Land. I don't think my doctor took into consideration that I'm only 120lbs when he prescribed me such high doses. Being in the car for more than 5 minutes makes me sick and it's impossible to concentrate on anything. Have you ever been so drunk and gotten the spins? It's like that; these pills turn my world upside down, inside out, and underwater.

I'm supposed to start classes again tomorrow. I don't even have books or my schedule, and I'm lacking the energy to care. I haven't gotten a decent sleep all weekend and haven't been able to hold down anything I've eaten. Ugh, gross I know. I'm kind of glad the phone kept ringing last night because it would wake me from one horrible dream after another. I still dream about Chris. I don't know if that will ever go away.

In other news, Jackie and I are hopefully getting our condo TOMORROW. We're both really excited. It's amazing, and incredibly affordable. We're planning a house warming party and if you're reading this, consider yourself invited. :)

I need to go hop in the shower and try to be productive today. Ha, wish me luck.