
I was supposed to fly out early tomorrow morning to Seattle, for Laura and Jon's wedding. Due to continued pain, we've decided to reschedule the flight for Wednesday. Hopefully in the extra three days, I can get some continued rest, bug the doctors a little more, and be moderately fit enough to be on a plane for four hours. I wouldn't miss this wedding for the world.
I'm not making particular strides on recovery. I wonder if part of is psychological, with the frustration of not having a proper diagnosis and all. But this week I've been holding steady, and last night was a really bad night. No pain medication ever makes it go all the way away, although the recently recommended dose of one capsule instead of two makes it mostly tolerable. I take two if all I really want to do is pass out, which I did overnight last night.
I seem to do nothing except lie in bed, and hang out at the computer, either being online or playing with my Sims. Sitting on the couch to watch TV or movies, or read, isn't comfortable at all. I read a little, but I usually am too groggy to get far.
This sucks. I HATE not doing anything. I've gone smack out of my head and back again, and I'm preparing for another trip.
BAH!