This time is not depression. It's simply because I'm a pig.

Now seriously. I busted my back three days ago and is not getting any better.
Even if I'm taking NSAIDs I'm not supposed to take because of the damn Lithium.
Now I want to do everything I didn't do when my back was good.
I wish I had some percos. But I don't. So I'm sucking it up.
I've had a weight lifting belt cutting me in two pieces. Can't take it anymore.
Come to think of it, today is day four. Grounds for divorce maybe?.