Mostly monotony. The next few hours, doing nothing but nothing. I know I tend to mostly exaggerate things all the way out of proportion, making mountains out of molehills… but know that this time it is with heartfelt earnestness when I say I was truly utterly bored out of my fucking mind.
I needed to be doing something, and I wanted it to be something that wasn't nothing.
But it was like the whole world was standing in opposition. It was a fight to the death just trying to stand up again, my body obviously did not approve of my daring escape attempt last time - now if I tried again, I'll be sent spastic slamming to the floor as shockwaves of pain rendered me immobile like some kind of electric shock collar had been placed all over me.
First time in my life I wanted to be proactive, and life itself was wagging its finger at me for it. Seriously you just can't win, man.