New Orleans was a successful trip.  My mother only pouted two or three times and got over it fast.  I had to cancel dinner Friday - I'd gotten up at 6:30, given a speech, found us a tour, went on the tour and two hours rest didn't cut it.  I also didn't want to take another vicodin just to go spend over $100 that I wouldn't enjoy.   So...Thursday I took the first vicodin around 9, then 1, 5, and I ended up taking another 1/2 to make dinner and make it back to the hotel.  She walked around for a bit. Friday, I didn't take one until....11, then 3, then a half, then a nap and I avoided taking one that night - that's a good result.  I slept well. Saturday, took one after walking around an hour, after beignets and coffee - say 10:30, another half, then another at 2:30, mother was a bit difficult s half..then I took one at 6:30  and made it home.  I slept well. Today I've taking NO vicodin. I couldn't go to church and I've been like a noodle draped over one piece of furniture after another.  I did take Lucy for a short walk.  I also bought groceries. Tomorrow I have to buy a frig and just get over it.  Oh...and pay the house insurance.