It's like I just told my Dad... I'm fine until I start moving around. If I just lay in bed, I'm mostly OK, unless I turn or move wrong. If I sit in a chair, I'm OK until I try typing.

Which is, of course, absolutely no way to live.

I have overtime to go into at work today, and I'm experimenting with just taking half a Vicodin. I'm not driving, don't worry. We'll see how that goes.