Confessions of a Struggling Actor

It's not so bad...well, it hurts like hell but it could be worse. So far, it has been OK. The hospital was like a hotel trip and the people there were lovely. I was eerily calm about it, chatting away to all of the staff, rather than being scared. The op seemed to go well and though I would have enjoyed an extra bag of morphine, I couldn't have asked for any more. Being home has it's own difficulties: washing, going to the loo and getting comfortable for more than 5 mins is tough. not being able to sit is impossible - one side gets numb, so i have to move everything across to the other side until IT gets numb and then i have to lie on my stomach, which stops me doing everything. Playing my playstation is out as i can't really play properly and i get frustrated at my incapacity, I've watched a couple of films but it's not so much fun when you have no one to talk about it with afterwards and there's nothing that i desperately want to read. So I've listened to music and that has helped by relaxing me and allowing me to snooze when my body tells me to. Highlights so far: Watchin my live8 dvd at last, finding the whole of band of brothers on homechoice, denis donating herbal anaethetic in the evening. Unfortunately, denis is drivingme mental already - he has no conciousness and tramples over sheets and moves things from by my bed. I am a prisoner to his diatribes now and fear i may crack and stab him in the foot before long. He is away with work this weekend, so am happy that i will not be subjected to this minor torture for long. Ungrateful bugger that i am... Now I have internet access i can at least communicate with 'outside this room'. And upload all my music...