if only

I stayed in bed most of the night last night instead of getting up and writing down that amazing post I composed in my head ALL.NIGHT.LONG.

Apparently percocet can keep your brain going for hours. Creatively spinning round and round and totally unable to unwind and go to sleep.

Let's just say that the orthopedic surgeon was right when he said that my shoulder would hurt when I woke up. Sort of what I imagine it would feel like if Mike Tyson and a Budweiser work horse tag-teamed it.

But once again, the compassion of nurses combined with the relief of morphine triumphed, and this morning, I even survived the first of several visits with the physical therapist.