I am starting to wonder why I did this ... why in the end, I went through with it anyway. To him and to myself, I had spoken the words, that I would no longer be his bodyguard. The added projection I was going to need from this procedure should have made it rather obsolete.
But I went through with it anyway. Stubborn me...
Now I find myself here, laying on my back and looking up at the dull ceiling above me. All was rather quiet at this time, in this recovery room they had placed me in late yesterday evening. I have barely moved since then, for my entire body was rather stiff. Though I expected that, considering what I had done to myself. I could still move, though, if I put more effort into it... I just did not feel like it right now. I am suppose to be taking it easy, after all.
They mentioned to me earlier today, despite being in a drugged stupor, that if all went well, I should be allowed to go home tomorrow. Admittedly, that sounds rather nice right now. I think my own bed is a bit more comfortable then this cold, harsh medical one I am currently laying in. Though the couch back home sounds rather splendid right now, too.
I probably should inform Esna of this. Perhaps he will come and get me... might be nice to have someone to lean on during the walk back onto the shuttle home ...
