Yesterday was murder.  The pain was so bad I had to keep moving all day long.  Dad invited me for dinner but I couldn't say yes because when I hurt this bad...well, I can't be sure I will be nice to people.  I took vicodin from 8 a.m. until 8 p.m.  I fucking hate it.  The distraction is a good thing.  I worked out for longer than normal.  I shopped.  Lucy the dog now has two new sweaters for next year (75% off), I colored my hair, bought new nail polish, did my toes and nails....Eventually I meditated for several hours.  No TV nothing to break the calm state.  The anxiety that comes with pain like that is hard to shake.  But I did it.  Slept like a baby.  Well, I woke up at 1 a.m. and ate cereal (carbs are like a knock out drug for me). Anyway I slept until about nine.  I've taken all my drugs, neutriceuticals.  And today is going to be vicodin free.  I can feel it.