Two malts deep already. My mystery shop editing is way, way behind... but the good news is that I've almost saved the galaxy. That's right: I have priorities.

(I like that job — quality assurance work and language-blogging is no substitute for actual editing — but it's getting harder to finish during my lunch break at work. Eventually I've either got to set aside time at home or quit entirely.)

I'm a little sore, but I'm due for another Lortab in about an hour and I'm already in less pain than I was this morning. The swelling isn't bad either, but since I don't have ice packs, I've had to chill my cheeks with frozen summer sausage.

(I rode in a wheelchair today! No offense intended to anyone who doesn't get to choose whether or not they do, but there's definite novelty in just getting to try it out the one time.)

I didn't mention it in the last post, but Jenna volunteered to drive me to the appointment and back this morning. I was getting antsy by Wednesday afternoon, trying to find someone who could, so it was awesome that she could help out. That particular friendship is beyond the point where I'm keeping a ledger of the give-and-take, but I really do appreciate the solid.

(Anyone else who got a garbled message: that's what I was asking about. But return my calls next time something like that happens, even if you're just going to say no — pain made me impatient and a little crazy.)

I'm thinking about going back to work tomorrow if I still feel like this — I can function fine, and there's apparently nothing "trippy" in my little pharmacy — but we'll see how that goes. This post did initially have an unusual preponderance of my particular flavor of malapropism...