Some days it's just as simple as "Ow. That hurts."

Today is one of those days.

It's also a day on which I'm glad I have a doctor that will give me useful amounts of rescue medication, because I could be spending the night in the ER worrying about side effects and aftereffects and imposing on people.

But I'm not.

Instead I'm home, waiting patiently for the Percocet to kick in, and being glad that if I have to be in pain it can be in the warmth and quiet of my own apartment.

Which counts for a lot.

I may just have to go fall asleep in front of a TV whose volume is too low. Because I can do that. Well, I could also do that at the Santa Monica UCLA hospital, but I do like my privacy.