I'm officially at the end of Day 5 of being completely house-bound. Yesterday, I couldn't think of doing anything other than sleeping and taking pain medication. I was really hoping the pain would subside by this morning, but alas, it did not.
I called the doc this morning and demanded that someone see me because the pain I'm experiencing is clearly not normal. Could they see me today? Of course not. Tomorrow morning is their only opening.
Today looked a lot like yesterday. Sleep, Vicodin, Repeat. However, I began to run out of said Vicodin, so I had to make the long (and by long I mean down the street) trip to the pharmacy to pick up some more. I also decided it would be a good time to stock up on more applesauce and frozen yogurt.
With all the Vicodin I'm taking, I'm beginning to feel like House. I'm not sure how that man could actually practice medicine while on this stuff. It makes you feel, well, floaty. I have problems with words when I'm taking it. My sister or Nile usually call me just after I've taken a dose, and will usually end up hanging up because I don't make any kind of sense.
Hopefully, the doc will have some answers for me tomorrow. Until then, I have big plans for my night, which include vanilla frozen yogurt, Vicodin (duh), and some On Demand television programming. Big night, I know. Don't be jealous.