If it's Monday, this must be my bed.

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Stoned on (prescription) opioids, again. I spent an hour lying in bed trying to decide if I was well enough to go to work. (On the basis that I was in pain, but not much - but how much worse would it get after walking and bussing and sitting on an uncomfortable chair for an hour?). Decided that I should go to work because I've messed this particular family around enough, got out of bed to get ready, and promptly fell over. So there was my answer.

Gall bladder has, in fact, got worse, so my body made the right decision. If I have left a comment on your journal today that is full of typos, it's because I'm typing lying down. And possibly also because my brain is in la la land with the fairies.