I only needed one vicodin all day yesterday.  I loved being at my dad's.  I finally talked to my mother and told her to stay away from me.  It feels as if I can stand up and not feel like bombs are going to be logged over at any minute.  I feel remarkably better. I did the right thing.  I told her to find a counselor for the two of us and I'd pay for it.  this morning the left side of my face hurt, my neck and back.  but moving and coffee have it under control.  My hips still hurt bad enough that I will swim today for exercise.