Nothing like waking up at 2:45 a.m. with the back and leg screaming bloody murder. I suppose I should be grateful that this (hopefully) temporary situation takes my mind off the eyeball! But, really, I hate that I have do things like pop a Vicodin in the middle of the night and just wait for it to take effect. No fun. Frankly, while I joke about it, I don't even like having Vicodin around.
However, in the short term, it is a blessing, albeit a mixed one. The pain cocktail does cruel things to one's tummy. That's all I'm sayin' (and all you want to hear.)
Later, when I've had a little more sleep, I'll write about the odd phenomenon of Local Stores That Keep Giving Away Perfectly Good Money - and the one hoity-toity shoppe that gave me money, yet made me feel like a thieving guttersnipe. (Bastards!) For now, though, I'll make another attempt at glorious sleep.