I feel so much bet­ter for hav­ing even a low lev­el dose of pain killers that I’m hav­ing to hon­est­ly ask myself — did I just throw away a lot of what I could have done in the last few years due to stubborness?

My doc­tor had first pre­scribed Cele­brex back around 1998–99. My insur­er absolute­ly refused to cov­er it, so she had me take Vioxx instead. Vioxx tears up my stom­ach hor­ri­bly, and nev­er seemed to make enough of a dif­fer­ence to mat­ter. That’s one of the rea­sons I felt that RX meds just weren’t going to do enough, and stuck with the ibupro­fen at dan­ger­ous levels.

But even with­out time to build up in my sys­tem as it’s sup­posed to have, I’m feel­ing so much bet­ter now that I can hard­ly describe it.

I’m hoard­ing the Ultra­cet. I took one right after class yes­ter­day, but even before tak­ing it I knew I was going to have to get a nap. The need for naps is real­ly frus­trat­ing. My doc­tor said I’m sup­posed to have bed rest every 30–60 min­utes, but I did­n’t want to pay atten­tion to that. My body has oth­er ideas.

I have a 9am meet­ing with the VP to whom the finan­cial aid folks report. Maybe some­thing will final­ly get done now.