I made it with only one vicodin taken around 2.  I napped from 12 to 2 and realized I couldn't make it to the gym if I didn't take something.  So the rest of the day was good.  I got things done, walked the dog. then in the evening I started to hurt again so I tried a celebrex.  It' helped a bit.  I took a hot bath - again, helped a bit.  I slept well.  Vicodin can jack me up so it's worth toughing it out for a good night's sleep. I dreamed that my grandmothers house fell down.  I covered my grandmother's body with mine.  everyone got out...but I talked my way back in to get my Harley that I'd just bought.  A Harley?  Whassup with that?  Earlier in the night ...I'd bought it, traveled halfway to a gig.  Got stuck without my slides and stuff.  went into day one got interrogated by some doofus.  Told him I wasn't on that day anyway.  Then had to face that the next day when I was on...I didn't have my stuff.  I don't think the Harley broke down.  I think I lost it somehow for several hours so I coudn't get back to get my stuff. I understand Grandmother's house falling down.  Thanksgiving is over forever and it means "Grandmother" to me.  But the Harley?