Two days without vicodin. YEAH. Yesterday was my birthday and my mom had a lunch for me and dad had dinner.  I had to pick up my 90 year old aunt, Aunt Grace.  I love her.  SHe is a pistol.  But I had to take a vicodin around 4 to keep going til the end of the evening.  I took another half just so I could go to bed without pain as a birthday present to myself.  I ended up taking a valium to sleep because the vicodin jacks me up.  Bad call on my part probably. No need for pills so far today.  Had to set the alarm to take Lucy to the vet so she can have her teeth cleaned.  Lunch at 12:45.  Less pressure than mom's rigorous 11:30 schedule.  I'm writing on my novel.  My goal is 6000 words (i had around 5000 when I started this a.m.)