I'm back.

[cjsmith]

Spent two days lying down. Vicodin isn't "not enough" any more; it's "not nearly enough."

The pain comes and goes in waves, and (with Vicodin) in between peaks, I can read. I read five books. Two Robin Cooks, two Tess Gerritsen, one "filovirus gets loose". Reading medical thrillers when in pain is... unique. Still, I enjoyed them, as every one was a book I had never read before. What a treat! I do so enjoy books. :-)

Today, called Helena Women's Health Center again. I have an appointment for, well, um, some time after my next period. *sigh*

Now I'm caught up on LJ. Cool. Caught up on spam deletion; only ran out of disk quota twice. Will have to disable that account before leaving for a week.

Joe, sorry I never responded to your mail about lunch. You can guess why I didn't go.

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[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Oh owwwww! I've had plane flights like that, too, where there was simply no comfortable position whatsoever. One memorable flight involved a seatmate whose odor was so overpowering that I spent several hours with my nose pressed against the window in the futile hope of keeping a fresh air pocket over there. (That strategy did what I needed it to do: I did NOT throw up.) By the end of the flight I wanted my entire cervical spine replaced.

I'm glad you had the IB, the codeine, and the book. Without those you might indeed have had to bail out in Portland. Yikes!