I actually feel quite good today. Maybe the antibiotics are kicking in.  Yesterday I laid down at 11 - too tired to go straight to the gym.  After I rest, I went anyway.  Then around 4 I took a vicodin because I was tired of the pain and I needed to teach last night.   It brought me up to a "normal human being" state - from what I remember and I felt well.  I taught the course.  My mother sat in - she has to experience EVERYTHING.  I find it inspiring.  Sometimes she irritates me because she's like a little sister who wants to experience everything I have - she can be kind of "grabby" but in the big picture I'm glad she has such a good appetite for life.  I certainly haven't had an appetite for life lately so i try to view her as a role model. Anyway, I really do feel well today and I know I say it every day...but I think I'll make it today without a vicodin.  Seriously.