Whine, cry, complain. I am at a 9 at the site of old fracture T4,T5. I wanted something stronger for it but doc wouldn't. Vicodin is a joke. Part of it is the way I have been sleeping with 6 year old with night terrors. The only position that helps is in recliner but then I am right in the middle of everyone and feel like I am constantly getting startled and jarred.So I am reclining now in bed and it feels okay. Need pillows under my knees but that will have to wait. Hubby can do when he gets back. So, if I go to the E.R. for pain relief it will be one that is 1.5 hours away through mountain roads and bumpy. I doubt hubby would be thrilled with that but... Local hospital has really done it and I wouldn't let my animals be cared for there. I am angry, angry because I had a plan worked out with the spine center at above hospital and because my doc was not in when I called I got someone else and they didn't step up the meds. I have purposely NOT had the spine center perscribe a thing as I wanted to have my local doc manage meds as they are narcotics and I want to have the utmost security and propriety with those kinds of meds. Shoulda just asked him to write for the big stuff, who cares about integrity if it means suffering in the end.

Whine, whine, whine