Yesterday was difficult but I did great.  I did take one and half vicodin.  One at 8 and half at 11...I had to teach the kiddies at Sunday School and I needed the help.  We did drama of Joseph and his brothers and I was on the floor and in the middle of the action the whole time. when I am focused I can pretend I'm fine.  For a while.  Then I crash.  My upper lip starts to sweat and I feel faint and nauseous and I need to lay down.  I ate something and had a coffee before the 11 oclock service which also helps (but keeps me 20 lbs heavier than I want to be). Then I cooked lunch for Barbara and JoLinn - I rested and when Carole dropped by at 4:30 I helped her drop off her rental car and we visited Zama's art show.  I did it all and I'm quite proud of myself.  I was in bed by 8:30 - but I read the paper and didn't go to sleep until 9:30.  I got up around 8 ish - I took my pills.  My stomach is just getting worse.  I think it is antibiotics tearing me up.  But I'll keep taking them as long as I can. I have a call into the doc to see if I should quit.   I can't wait to get to the gym today.  My back hurts and that always helps.