Woah.

Allow me to introduce you to Snow Tony. It snowed in Tulsa over the weekend, and my Dad thought it would be nice to create an injured snowman in my honor. I hear I'm doing much better than Snow Tony. At this point, his fibula and tibia have probably melted.

Also, it looks like everyone guessed correctly on the mystery device. Believe it or not, it's a tobacco enema from the 18th and early 19th centuries. Good work, everyone. I'm extremely happy I live in this century.

Finally, I stopped taking all of my pain medications a few days ago. I quit opiates cold turkey. I no longer feel pain in my ankle. Why should I continue to take dangerous, addictive opiates? Maybe I should have eased off of them. But I didn't see any reason for that. They make you feel weird and sleepy. I was done with them.

A friend of mine told me that I might go through a bit of a withdrawal.

Wow! He was not joking.

I spent Saturday night, Sunday, and this morning in a constant state of sweating and feeling awful. It didn't matter what the temperature was. I was just sweating. It was amazing. I also had zero energy and no appetite.

But I think I'm through the worst of it. I took a long nap and woke up feeling pretty good. No more sweats and now I have a pretty good appetite.

No one really explained to me that this might happen. But then again, I didn't follow directions and ease off of them.

But that's one criteria down for getting back to work. My doctor's appointment is tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get a good grade and a better idea of when I can return to somewhat of a normal life.

Another friend of mine pointed out that the horror film, Misery, had a poster I should own.

I feel your pain, James Caan. Going through opiate withdrawal is indeed misery. And so is apple saucing your tibia and fibula.