Morphine knocks the sutffin' out of yer brain.
I tried skipping a dose (the bedtime one) last night. It was not a successful experiment.
It is a challenge to get focused to do activities of daily living, never mind proactive things.
Another contributing factor is that the mouth sores are not going away. On the contrary, they seem worse.
A voice says, "Cry out." And I said, "What shall I cry?"
All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.
Isaiah 40:6-8
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