Bleh. Woke up this morning with the room spinning. Didn't want to move, or rather couldn't. My back, my elbows, hands, fingers, knees, my toes for fuck's sake ached with every second. Forced some puffs into me and when the nausea receded a bit hobbled to my bathroom. Sharp pain up my right leg, hip doesn't feel right. I'm eternally grateful my bathroom is 4 steps away. Full guns today, Vicodin, meloxican, promethazine, both Lidocaine patches, lots of herb. Somewhere in this haze I found the strength to get something to eat. At least I can kind of enjoy this cup of tea. I hate the cold so much. Happiness is here somewhere, I know it... just likes to play hard-to-get