A full day without vicodin!  Sunday I felt good. I had some pain but I used heat and a walk to the park to warm everything up and I made it until bedtime without needing a pain pill.  This morning I had a bit of pain and a wave of nausea (effexor?) but it's gone and I've stayed home to clean a bit, pay bills...I'll go to the bank and gym later today.I forgot to set my clocks forward so I missed Sunday school  Apparently I was missed.  I was rushed "Where WERE you?" and they said no one spoke up for the other side.  My job apparently.  I went to see Shakespeare's Measure for Measure and it was an excellent production - except for the southern accent - but that just added character.I'm dealing with the death of my heretic book pretty well.  I genuinely feel relieved.  The work to write that book would've been enormous.  It's rather grandiose that I'd think I have a right to write it.  All that dream big business doesn't account for dreaming so big you run yourself into the ground.  I've been running myself into the ground since I was 22 years old and I was abusing my good health before that.  Now that I can rest and relax...the guilt of not doing "anything" doesn't stick in my head like it used to.  I can say "whatever" with much more ease.  IT might be the Lamictal.  It has made a SIGNIFICANT dent in my grandiosity peaks and despair troughs.  Thank you Lord.  Still I wonder what is to become of me