Thanks. I really appreciate the feedback . . . that this is just to be expected when one gets used to an opiate. Yeah, a few hours after my last post, I found a half of a tablet in a pill minder box. Took that, and the day went pretty okay.

Bpcyclist, I do realize that my present discomfiture is uncomparable to what withdrawal can be for those who use opiates in quantities beyond what I've ever tried. I've worked in a jail and seen withdrawal.

That half tablet I took yesterday morning is long petered out. I was doing great until cleaning up after supper last night. Washing dishes sets off low back pain. I couldn't finish the dishes. But sitting in a comfortable chair fixes everything, as long as I stay there. My heart goes out to people who are really in awful pain. That's not my lot in life . . . so far. The pain pills mainly let me be way more active than I would otherwise be. I can prune rose bushes and rake up garden debris. Without these pills that neutralize how sore I get when I do anything, I wouldn't do anything.

So today is dragging, while I wait for that phone call, saying "come get your script." No call today. So, maybe, tomorrow.

I'm not suffering really. I just want to get back to feeling good. I take care of my sig. other, who is terminally ill and very mobility impaired. Helping him from point A to point B involves a fair amount of exertion on my part. Moving him around and cooking dinner and cleaning up is almost beyond me. But hydrocodone makes it all doable. I don't want him to go to a nursing home. After he's gone, I'll go back to swimming at the Y. I'll do healthier things to deal with my stiff, achiness.