Yesterday was vicodin free.  I felt really good in the morning - did some yard work, went to the gym, met a friend in the park when I was walking Lucy and invited her back.  I sort of ran out of steam at 5:30 or so.  but still it was a good day. Sunday - sitting in church I started hurting.  Sometimes I can ignore it but not today.  I took one at 11:30 and again at 6 this evening.  Not extreme pain but just irritating as hell.  I feeling tired.  Not too hungry - or not hungry enough to fix dinner.  Sherry got me hooked on reduced fat triscuits and skim moz cheese - had that as a snack around 5. I enjoyed lunch with Barbara, Mary, Molly and Kelly.  I love being home.  Nothing better than being with people you've known forever.   I find that having decided to spend the money to go to the Dallas clinic relaxes me a bit.  It's a plan.  I don't hope too much since I can believe my own hype.  But...it's a plan.