I woke up at 5:00 this morning with the same dull, aching pain from the top of my hips to the top of my kneecaps.  UGH.  The same awful pain that sent me home early yesterday and made us miss a par-tay.  But this time…at least I have Vicodin.

I hate Vicodin.

My electricity is off, too, from all this medicine.  I can tell it’s going wacky because every time I walk past the radio, it gets fuzzy.  I think it’s only a matter of time before I start setting off the anti-theft alarms at Target, Gap, Macy’s and pretty much every single store in the mall again.  And I’ve had such a nice break from that, too.

I’m currently in the midst of trying to make potato salad and some cupcakes for another party we’re going to try to go to tonight.  (TRY is the key word…)  Since I was up so early, I started my kitchen projects first thing so I can take lots of breaks to lay down or scream WHY DOES MY BACK STILL HURT LIKE THIS?! whenever I need to.

Actually, last night I decided that sitting was hurting, laying was hurting but I hadn’t tried cleaning my house to see if that hurt.  I had, of course, taken a Vicodin, but cleaning the house was the least pain I was in all day.  (There may be some Laird corollary here, but I have not yet taken the time to investigate it.)

OK, Joey is currently in the kitchen TOUCHING the pans I have put on the stove and asking me questions like “how long for the eggs” and “did you set a timer?”  I am very sensitive about my kitchen when I’m in the midst of a recipe, so I must get him out of there as soon as possible, before something happens.

Hopefully I will have a less whiny post by the end of today, or maybe even tomorrow.  Sorry I am such a baby.