Today is an 8....

...in terms of pain. I would go home if it did not involve a 2 block walk to the car in my short but heeled boots. I would never make it. I'll be lucky to make it down the hall to the bathroom again.

WHY OH WHY DID I THROW AWAY MY FALLING PART BLACK LOAFERS WHEN I TOOK THEM OFF ON MONDAY?!!

I am about at the point that I want to call the doc and ask for Darvoset, or one of the many narcotics that makes me itch, twitch or vomit, or a surgery date. I am hoping that today will be THE one pain day. If it is one pain day at 8 and that is all, and one day like Monday, I think I can handle it.

Any more than that, I think I am going to have to make that bad decision.

Anyone who wants to have a jammies cuddle on the couch talk/pray/cry day on Saturday while Jax is with JPI is welcome! Even virtually. We will see how things are tomorrow. Maybe I won't need to.

I am hoping Jax is up for a movie and popcorn tonight. And that I can hide my inside feelings from him when we get home (if I make it to the car).

Thanks for letting me whine.