From Funny the World, what is now my favorite quote: Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed. ~~~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin I had a pretty good sleep... 13 hours in bed. With the exception of my back, my body feels pretty good. My back, however, isn't really any better at all. The instructions for the pain pills were "One or two every six hours" so I thought that I should only do one, but I'm gonna bump that up today. The whole treatment requires that the pain is deadened so that the flexeril can work... One of the side effects of the hydrocodone is itching. Actually, it's the opiates (even fake ones) that do that. It starts off, with me, as something pretty subtle, then it ramps up for a few minutes, then it settles down again, rinse and repeat..... And it's quite a distraction, it's really pretty hard to think. Another side effect is that it increases the volume of my tinnitis. So I've got this chorus of cicadas in my ears and this sensation of bugs crawling all over me. 17:21... Drew has been here all day, and Patrick since about noon. Very noisy kids. Luckily, I haven't needed to take a nap, since I slept *thirteen* hours last night. My morning routine is all screwed up, of course. I keep forgetting to take my fasting BS, it seems like the first thing on my mind in the morning is eating. Well, I did my part to save Three-Way Action today. I'm a lurker on most forums, mostly because everything that I want to say has already been said... but I really enjoy reading the threads on 3WA. I do hope that the nilknarf phenomena doesn't kick in here.... So, I'm taking the pain pills every three hours to keep the titers up, and taking the flexeril about every six, and the vioxx once a day. Everybody should be going home shortly, so that the sound level will be conducive to sleeping... my head is leaning in that direction. Sammy, Sammy, Sammy... why did you do that to us, you sonovabitch? Where the hell are our heroes, *my* heroes? Why does everyone turn out to be rotten? Is there no one worthy of my adulation? It's not fair... I *need* a hero, America *needs* a hero. No, shut up, GW BushBaby ain't it. I just got an email for *male* penile enlargement. As opposed to *female* penile enlargement? Maybe I'm looking for heroes in all the wrong places? In the Mail: On the shelf:
Well, dammit, still no improvement. Or at least, no *major* improvement... I can walk a few feet now without my cane... but when I do that, it leaves me three feet away from my cane.