I'm back at my mom's place. She's handling my pain meds--giving me one at a time and locking the bottle up in a secret place. I feel a lot better now, I can barely feel the pain. Might be TMI but I got my first period in 4 years. I'm actuaally kinda happy about it. Like, hey, I'm not pregnant and everything is functioning fine again. I think I didn't get it because I was underweight. Treated myself to a homemade pumpkin spice iced coffee and even put it in a fast food cup so it feels fancy like something I'd get from starbucks or dunks.

One of my addict friends here is going into rehab either today or tomorrow. I hope this means we can hang out and do normal things like go out to eat and watch Netflix together when she gets back. I feel like everyone I'm friends with here has a drug problem and I can't talk to them without being tempted to join them. That's partly the reason why I wanted to move to my dad's, I only know a select few guys that I worked with a few years back (these were the guys that I was hanging with when I broke my hip) and while we get into trouble it's all fun and games and no one's at risk of ODing.

I've been reading up on personality theories lately out of boredom since I can hardly move around. Now I know what it means when I say I'm an ESTP 7w6 sp/sx. Kinda. I feel like it's all ********, but like horoscopes it's fun.