Eight Hundred & Two

Theme: Tramadol Diaries, part 2

I'm still dying. It still hurts. Yet I'm still popping these pills every four hours. I literally sit looking at the clock and the moment the time comes there down my throat so damn fast. I can't be without them for the simple fact I know the pain would be even worse. But I need something stronger. I need my damn scan to come through too. I'm scared of the results. I woke up crying because I was in so much pain. I'm grateful that at work we've got the best nurse on so hopefully things won't be too bad and I can take it easy.

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