Tuesday was a quiet day. Quiet and slow at work. My dad is still doped up on the morphine so he was quiet too. He didn't even open his eyes while I was there, which I really don't mind. He needs the rest and it is quite a change to see him lying in bed peacefully. Quiet evening at home, me reading, my mom napping on the sofa, tv on quietly in the background. Only issue I am having right now is pain from the pulled tooth. Almost the same as last year. Pain in the jaw and dry socket. Taking vicodin at work and percocet at home. Everyday. And it seems to be getting worse, not better. This is crap.
Good news: still haven't smoked. It is hard but not as hard as I thought it would be. I am too distracted by the pain, I think.