My beloved was a stubborn, stubborn man. But he was also on a lot of drugs. OK, he made a joke that the checklist of possible results of drug testing was his to-do list (he never did get the checkmark for marijuana, he was a little disappointed). He spent a lot of days in bed, but sheer bloodyminded force of will got him up and out of the house.

I hope the PT gets you some relief, Suzi.

how do people with chronic pain do this?

Alternating between ignoring it and doing just enough to mitigate it until I can't function any more and do nothing for a day or more, feeling like a broken slacker the whole time? Wait until my pain stays at a 7 for at least two days before seeing my PT? Spend at least a half hour a day lying on my living room floor letting my back unwind? Judicious and sparing use of a heating pad, muscle relaxants, booze, Ambien, or "herbal relief?" Go to yoga, but not regularly enough?

Some of these are better methods than others.

I feel like I'm on the mountaintop, spinning around in glorious mental illness pride freedom, and they're playing hide and seek with the Nazis.

This is a thing of beauty, smonster. (funnily enough, I mistyped 'think of beauty...which I think is more true.)

I'm sorry for the impetus for the thought, but the thought is awesome.

Especially since pasta is the one thing I can reliably get her to eat.

Fusilli, butter and parm might work.

My sleep schedule is all screwed up, and I'm hurting and I don't have any pain meds. I'm considering making ramen at 1:22 AM, because my brain seems to think this will help somehow.

I wish I could pass on leftover pain pills from my surgery to those of you who need them so much. (Pretty sure it's a felony, though.)

I'm considering making ramen at 1:22 AM, because my brain seems to think this will help somehow.

I'd listen to the brain in this instance. I hope you were able to sleep after the carb load.

Terrible nights sleep for both myself and ltc. The teenage relatives I have helping out on Tuesday showed up a half hour early. So of course I was unshowered and uncaffeinated. Good thing my kid is the type that I can hand to other people she doesn't know very well and she's happy as a clam.

When my son was stroller age my teenage nephew used to love to get him from me and take him to the mall because he was a chick magnet.

They adore her. She miserable again this morning because of stupid molars but they're snuggling her and watching Sesame, which I usually don't allow in the morning. I called the doctor because she doesn't want to eat and gave her some Motrin at the nurse's suggestion.