I’m feeling _much_ better today, after a bad night. Let’s see. I discovered that taking two Vicodin made the pain go away, but made me nauseous and very woozy. So I took only one before bed. Slept. Woke up at about 4 a.m. with mild pain and a headache. Decided to take Tylenol instead, because the pain wasn’t really bad. Woke up an hour or so later with what I thought was a migraine. I was almost in tears. I took Advil, propped myself up on pillows. Managed to sleep. The bottom line is, praise the gods, I have no migraine. I slept until 11 a.m., mind you, but I have no migraine. And my surgery pain is to the point of mild pain/medium discomfort, so I can get by with Tylenol or Advil. No more Vicodin for me. It’s going on the list with codeine and Indocin.

I have to dive into Sage stuff today, because the journal has to go in the mail today. Blah. I’m still getting the Vicodin out of my system, so I’m not concentrating well. I just want it to be done, and done well, but I’m not sure I can managed the second entirely.

Finished the journal and Ken mailed it for me. I’m not taking on another project until the beginning of next month, to give me time to write and get some other things cleared off my desk. I took two baths today to help ease the pain, and I read quite a bit, and we watched “Buffy” (yet another good one, although heavy) and “Frasier” and “Just Shoot Me”. No writing. I want to write, though. We’re going to bed early because Ken’s really tired and has to get up early again tomorrow, and I’m a bit headachey, but maybe I’ll grab a notebook. Or maybe I’ll just fall over. Hard to say.