Problems
It took me a little longer to get ready than I had intended, since I had wanted to do everything for myself. As much as I technically was a burden on Lilah at the moment, I didn't want to feel it all the more. Instead, I'd much rather try and start doing at least some things for myself, and then pray that I don't kill myself doing just that.
The night itself went well enough. I only ended up having one beer because I didn't want it to interact too badly with my medication, and Lilah seemed to like having the ability to get out and do something for a change instead of making sure that I didn't die in some way or another.
I wasn't feeling too well the next day, but I figured that it had something to do more with the beer than anything else. When Lilah helped me change my bandages, though, the wound looked weird, so we decided to head over to the hospital and have it checked out.