I made it all day without a vicodin! I have to keep moving in order to do it.  I bought more pansies and took Lucy for a long walk.  I do everything slow like an old woman but it is enough movement to distract me from the pain.  At night the microwave is going all the time heating my neck warmer that I move all over my body to put out the worst "fires" of pain.   I slept 12 hours - it took an hour to get out of bed.  If only someone could deliver coffee to my bed - I know I could get up quicker.  I'm seriously thinking about blowing off the fiction writing.   I don't have a burning pasion for it.  I wonder if my burning passion days are over -  because of my meds for bipolar?  It's hard when the physical could be enough to dim my energy to tell.  I know I get bursts of creativity when I take vicodin - just like alcohol used to do.  It's sad but true - drugs definately free the spirits.   I'm trying to think of something physical to do with myself.  Like gardening, sewing - I'm not concerned in the least what I'll do for money.  I still have the rest of the year for my "year off" and I'm taking every single day left to me.