I am at work.

I don’t want to be. I feel sick and my shoulder hurts – but I can’t afford to lose the wages.

I have to stick out 6 more hours. Telling myself I can manage that, though all I want to do is go home and go to bed.

Metal bashers across the back are playing some horrendous thumpthump music at maximum volume and that is adding to my misery.  Also, I think my fentanyl patch is running on fumes even though it should have another 8-9 hours in it.

Summary, I feel especially shit in almost all possible ways.