Fib Pop

I ordered an All-Terrain Scooter. Day #2 cooped up within six walls. Each trip to the toilet is almost disastrous. I manage to crutch with hot mug of coffee better. I’m weaning off the narcotics as induced sleep of near death and wild sex is too much. I’ve been drinking lots of water, but I fear the impending constipation. I might just give in to Uber eats as I’ve only had cheese puffs since Tuesday noon. Good news, cat is not being an asshole.