It was a night from hot, blazing places where Evil lives.
Hubster and I ate dinner with the fam, then decided to go to Wal-Mere to get me some wiper blades for the car. One of mine fell off on the way home. Don't ask me how, it just did.
While we were there we did some Christmas shopping. By the time we got home at around 9 p.m., my knee, leg, foot, hip, and everything else on my left side hurt so much I couldn't sleep.
Until 5:30 a.m.
I took Vicodin. I used heating pads. I even cajoled Hubster into rubbing my foot for a total of 1.3 minutes. I tossed. I turned. I listened to soothing music...over and over and over again. I got up and ate cookies. I took more Vicodin. I stretched. I walked. I played on the computer. I chugged sangria straight from the bottle. I went back to bed.
Suffice it to say I have been little more than a zombie today. Also suffice it to say I will be going to bed as soon as I get home.
Tra la, tra la.
Doc got a call from my bleary voice this morning, and he in turn called in a different anti-inflammatory med to see if it helps. I'm picking it up on the way home.
There will be no shopping tonight. There will be no cleaning. There will be no computing. There WILL be sleeping, and lots of it.
And perhaps I'll be human again tomorrow.
One can only hope.