I seem to be approaching human. No stamina and I certainly can tell when the drugs are wearing off, but I'm approaching human.
Unlike last week when I'm not certain what I did (good drugs!).
Friday I decided that entertainment should be all five hours of the BBC production of Pride and Prejudice. It's a story I know well so it doesn't matter if I doze through parts of it, it was long enough to fill the day and required no effort on my part.
I was at Mum and Dad's, so Mum sat down and made lace as we watched - and organised food at regular intervals.
I was glad when she decided it was lunchtime. It was coming up to Elizabeth's refusal of Darcy's proposal scene and I had been a bit dozy. This was one part I didn't want to miss, so food should keep me awake for a bit.
I've been describing my ingestion of food as 'eating', but that's a fairly loose interpretation of the term. It's closer to a careful slurp from the end of a teaspoon, followed by swallowing with very little attempt at any form of chewing. At the time I could hardly open my teeth and couldn't control my tongue terribly effectively. It was also necessary to have a tissue handy for the inevitable spills across my numbed lip.
So my favourite scene in P&P ended up going something like this:-
Darcy (striding across the sitting room): In vain I have struggled...
Darcy: ... it will not do...
Darcy:... you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire...
Darcy: ... and love you.
By this time I'd twigged to the interesting sound effects and went off into the giggles, thereby ruining the scene for me forever. (Have I mentioned that laughing, smiling, giggling are none of them terribly comfortable?) Hopefully the chances of splitting the stitches are...
... Approximately None!