Ugh

Alright, next time I'm injured, I'm self medicating. I've got a headache worse than any three hangovers I've ever had combined, without the enjoyment of the wild, barely remembered night that possibly involved a traffic cone, a case of kiwis and a stripper named Candy beforehand. What the hell are those painkillers meant for; walrus surgery?

Thankfully, I have been moved out of the hands of Nurse Ratched and back to my room before she could make good on her threats of colonic irrigation. I'm off work and the team for the next little while due to that minor breaking all the bones in my hand thing, but I'm assured that my healing factor will return it back to full function and I will be able to play the piano.

Which I'm excited about, because I couldn't prior to the injury.