My wildly over dramatic mental decay

The days following the  car accident were spent in a  hazy drug coma. I woke up to pee and eat crackers. I vaguely remember Theresa being there...but I'm not sure. I have never felt more sorry for myself and thus began my melodramatic spiral into soft-collar-neck brace-hell!!!!

The deterioration of my mental health began when I was lucid enough to realize my own dog was a afraid of me.

I had no insurance and no one to pour my Gatorade -- the world had turned its back on me. My very own dog was disgusted with me and I was unlovable by all creatures.

To top off  my overall discomfort I was paid a little visit by and an ex. My ex boyfriend from high school lives on my block. We dated for 5 years and although we stopped dating 3 years ago I still sneak into his house and steal his movies/music/booze.

He checks in every few months to try and take his stuff back but I am very good at ignoring him. He has become a sad shell of his former self and I avoid him at all costs. Unfortunately, a week after the accident he realized Pineapple Express was missing and he text me that he was coming over to get it back.
There was no escaping. I was subjected to about 15 minutes of him standing awkwardly beside my bed.

......to be continued