I’m still alive! But still on drugs.  But less of them!  The spasms have gone from a steady, hiccup-y pulsing pain (we’ve literally been calling them back hiccups) to an erratic clench and a general soreness. I haven’t taken a muscle relaxant today, and am taking just one percocet every 4 hours instead of 2, and only when the pain is enough to interfere with my breathing. Because breathing is goooooodddd.

Dave has been a champ, the percocet is a big dry pill, that I just can’t swallow with water, so Dave has been getting up and getting applesauce and a spoon and all of that so that I can get the meds without leaving bed. Middle of the night, even. And refilling my water bottle. The last few mornings, he’s given me my pills and set me up with the iBook, the remote, the phone, and something to eat (this morning, a banana), and he checks in on me throughout the morning.

Today I felt mobile enough that I took a shower and got dressed and was in the living room when he came home for lunch.  At 11, i thought about telling him not to bother driving me to the doc, but the pain kicked in about 11:45, and driving on percocet doesn’t seem advisable. BUT, that I even thought I COULD is a huge step up from the last few days.

My appt today is with my PCP, basically I want to be on record as having had this happen, so that in case it happens again it’s part of my medical history and no one thinks I’m just cruising the ER looking for some good meds.  PLus, dude, it SUCKS. (And my poor 83 year old grandma is going through the same thing this week too, only she’s getting an MRI. And my dad has always had back problems, mostly because one leg is shorter than the other on account of a skiing accident when he was a teenager, but yeah, now it’s my turn.) 

Tomorrow I’m hoping to get to school for a meeting; I haven’t been all week.  Next week is tourney week, so I need to be taking pictures then, but I’m really hoping I’m on an even keel by then. Realllly hoping. Tonight I have a Pampered CHef party to attend, Deb is driving, and I’m pretty sure I can handle it — I really want to see my old school friends, you know? So I’ll be the stoned pregnant woman oohing and aahing over stoneware. Hee. Stoneware.

Also, I love the new gmail chat.  Dave doesn’t use chat programs, but he does use gMail, and he’s used it several times this week to check on me. We’ve done the "fire email back and forth repeatedly" thing so many times, that this just makes it easier.