When I woke up this morning--well if you want to call what I did last night sleep--my muscles were so tight they were/are sore to the touch. Like they're bruised. And I mean a gentle touch, like even the sticky thing-a-ma-bobs from the TENS unit hurt.

I would like to ask P-doc for some muscle relaxers but I have issues with that. Because of my brothers being con artist junkies...drug store robbers...convicts, I have this fear she will think I'm conning her.

I "know" this isn't true but... I'm having trouble asking for drugs.

She offered me Valium once and I about came out of my chair. I said NO WAY please don't even mention the "V" word. It was a staple in my housedhold, and I hated it when they were "overly" high on them. Hated the nodding heads and taking the burning cigarettes out of their fingers right before they got burned.

I'm just having trouble I guess.