At PDX, still in pain but not as bad as before. (I think. I hope.) I went to the ER again this morning to get the prescriptions refilled so I’d have enough drugs to make it home. I hate relying on drugs, but it was either that or fling myself off a bridge, and I know I made the right choice. [g]

I was so looking forward to a wonderful trip. Now I’m just so glad the awful trip is over. Sigh. Except, of course, I miss Ken already.

Just think good thoughts that I can work this out with my chiro and my doctor before Saturday so that I don’t have to cancel my party. Thanks!