Delay and Discomfort (the Me-Me post)

I have apparently reached my threshold with the current pain medication. I never thought I'd see the day that a little bit of Percocet couldn't fix the old girl up. Now I live in a place where my entire body can be numb on the stuff, but the throat pain lives on, like "Alien" or the refrain from a Disney song (pick any... they are all equally annoying at this point). Upping my dosage has taken the edge off, but it's short-lived, and I really need to watch myself so I don't pull a Heath Ledger. I've stopped my daily panic-attack meds, figuring there's no need for Xanax if I pass out every time I stop moving. Last night it was in front of the bookcase in the back hall, then I found myself on the sofa at five-thirty this morning, holding my knitting. I'd gotten up at ten to four, to get a drink and "more medication, please" and feel asleep waiting for it to work. That plan totally backfired, btw, as it was throat pain that woke me again. Gah. I've got a plan to sleep most of today, but swallowing is getting to be a terrific chore, so my waking hours will be spent wrapped around a Gatorade bottle. Tomorrow's sweater class will certainly be worth the cost of admission. I guess I'd better get busy on the 'instructions' for the class, since the voice won't hold up to the rigors of chatting through an entire session of knitting. Feeling nappish as well... gotta grab those while they're fresh! I'll type at y'all latah. C