Day three of my recovery is not going well.
My pain seems to be spreading throughout my lower jaw. The fever is back, I beat on it with antibiotics and Percocet. So far, nothing is working. “Day three is always the toughest” my mom tells me. It has proven to be true. I sleep fitfully, sometimes an hour, other times ten minutes. I am sure this will be a boon for my sleep schedule when the pain disappears.
Thinking has been a chore. Writing is not easy when the medication is flooding my body. I have several half-written blog posts on my computer. I suppose if I ever get around to writing A Walk in Darkness, I will have another novel to write called The Percocet Diaries.
I hope this finds you all doing well. I am going to try to slay this fever demon.
Freeman out.
23 August 2019
