Wasted days, wasted Doug.... Napping on and off, not used to the drugs. They are working, though, the back is much better. Weird dreams... drug dreams. Not really unpleasant, just weird in a different way than my really weird dreams usually are. Not nearly so much fun, mellow from top to bottom. Almost boringly weird. Like a long canoe trip in a foggy twilight, not even a ripple on the water when my oar touches it. There are things that I wish that I could be doing around the house, but the drugs won't let me do those things either. Besides, the doc said complete rest of the back. That's hard to do, y'know. You use your back constantly. Unless you're me, I seem to be getting by OK, the heaviest thing that I've lifted has been a cereal bowl... So far, I have misspelled every other word here, and that's getting tiresome. I'll run it through the spellchecker than put it up and go back to bed...