Off the pills today. That’s good. Still sore, but last night, Ren, Gary, Kristina and I went to dinner and near the end of it, I was all pale and sweaty and clammy from the Vicodin. So I’m not taking that again until the next appointment. In three weeks. Ugh.

I wonder if I’ll feel up to running this afternoon. Probably not. Hopefully by tomorrow afternoon. Cilla said I have lots of extra red blood cells floating around because of the work, and that it’d actually help me. Hmmm. Hopefully they’ll still be there tomorrow afternoon. Ha ha! Oh, but John’s coming to visit tomorrow afternoon, so I may not be able to run then, either. Oh well. I’m still recovering, anyway. We’re going to Port of Call tomorrow night to celebrate the end of Kristina’s classes and work. I just hope my mouth is better by then, because they have the most delicious, juicy, fat, yummy hamburgers, and if I can’t fit one in my mouth, I’ll be sad. Maybe I’ll have to blend it up first. ha ha! gross.