Working now after a relatively fitful night sleep and remembered the nurse in the hospital joking about painkiller dreams. Hydrocodone has been my painkiller of choice over the years, but I sure did have some odd dreams last night. I wasn’t in a ton of pain or anything and I slept pretty well from midnight until 9:30AM. As with every morning so far I woke with a pretty sore throat. Nothing meds and water couldn’t help. This morning I also decided to try teeth brushing. Nothing fancy, just cool water without paste. Front of my palette felt fine and my tongue felt ok, too. I do feel like I have a few of those sores you sometimes get on your tongue but I can deal with them. The brush didn’t bother my tongue or palette too much, but I also made sure I didn’t go back too far either. I took my Amoxicillin and painkillers and moved to the couch. After about two hours of lounging around there, I had to do something. Anything.

I grabbed my laptop and textbooks and made myself a work area out back on the porch. A soft top poker table worked perfectly and the temperature today has been wonderfully perfect. Claire’s spent some time out here playing and working on planting some green beans, too.

It’s about 1530 now, and I’ve not taken more meds (sorta seeing how my throat feels without them). I also was able to get a ton of grading done, commiserate with the other millions of people who still don’t have a Google Wave invite, and go through a 32oz Gatorade and some puddings. Not that you care, but I also successfully used the toilet today; I know the ENT will be happy about that since it’s been 5 days now.

Ok, more tomorrow then. Going to grade more this evening and probably move inside when the wife gets home from the day job. Tomorrow is the new test: leaving the house.