I’m okay. I thankfully remember nothing other than lying back and then waking up. Drugs can be good. Mot.rin in the morning and Vic.odin in the evening. I can imagine this would be substantially more horrific without those, but thankfully I don’t have to find out. Mike’s taken good care of me. There’s hot coffee and a fresh coat of snow, still falling outside. And, bonus! I somehow still haven’t eaten all of the cookies Mom brought me…but I’ve eaten plenty. I’m okay.