It only gets worse.

Barely slept last night, despite the shitload of vicodin in my system to kill the jagged pain that settled into my back. I woke up today feeling like gregor Samsa: barely able to move off my back, my limbs almost too stiff and sore to move. Ive only been active for a few hours, took a hot bath, and have been taking it as easy as possible but i'm hurting worse tonight than i think i ever have ince this Myster Illness began. tomorrow i get a few gallons of blood drawn. Testing time. Right now. work is horrible--i can't even sit in my usual comfy chair anymore without feeling like someone's stabbing me in the back with a butterknife.

Please, gods, let me sleep tonight.

Maybe i AM turning into a giant cockroach. I certainly feel about as low as one right now.

Somebody just get it over with and fucking squash me already.