I'm so stupid.

This morning I woke up crying. All of the drugs had worn off at three. I ran downstairs and took a vicodin. Only when my stomach started gurgling did I realize I was supposed to take food with it. So I had a Nouriche. Felt better. Took a motrin about an hour or so later, now I feel like shit. Since I slept with my ice pack, it's not frozen anymore, so I'm stuck holding a can of frozen juice to my face.

When they told me the swelling was worse on the third day, I was okay with it because I didn't think I would mind. I don't mind it, not really, it's just the fucking pain that comes with it.

With that said, I may not be getting HBP until Sunday. I'm not leaving the house in pain. Not for anything.