Lacklustre

(My day - not the ring)

I felt the unfamiliar urge to seek a bit of bling in order to prevent myself being sucked into a bottomless pit of tedious nothingness.

It would appear that I am a bad patient.
Immobility and dependence mess with my head.
Even a post operative bone infection and gangrene seem preferable to death by boredom.
(I hasten to add none of these things are at all likely except in my over active imagination)

p.s The fact that I maybe a bad patient appears to be no surprise to anyone but me.