I was there, got the shopping done, and got home before 8. Now most everything is put away and I'm relaxing a bit before I take a pain pill and get some more rest.
I think I'm coming to accept that the medicine and the need for it is not going to go away. I'm not happy with it, but I'm accepting it. I just hope my doc doesn't have a fit when he finds out I need more than what he probably thinks I should be taking. Since the attack on Monday I just can't get through even a day without it, and most days I'm taking at least 2 doses. I don't know what else to do. I do know that I hurt more, and still all the time, and we need to look into doing something that will help with that so I can at least function here in the house. If I have to stop driving, fine. I can deal with that now. I don't go out much on my own, anyhow.
The pain is coming back so I'd better go take more drugs. Ah, the story of my life...maybe I'll sleep through The Matrix again.