With a holiday weekend coming up and my steroid usage plummeting to zero tomorrow, hubby thought it might be a good idea for me to check on my vicodin to see how much I have before I need a refill.

Gulp. Not enough to get me through the weekend. OMG!

I flat out panicked, which is why hubby had me check today. Luckily I got through to the doctor's office - he's not in today, but the message will get to him w/in 24 hours and I believe it. The gal also said to call my surgeon, as approval usually has to go through them first before the primary - against what I'd read in the stuff I brought home, but whatever.

I found the secret surgeon's phone number, called, and got the prescription refill info I needed. Called my pharmacy attached to my doctors, left them a detailed message about the refill including the number, my name, and the phone number at UCLA to call for approval, plus my two phone numbers.

It's all done now. All I can do is wait. My heart is finally slowing its beat.

I wouldn't have been so panicked if I hadn't woken up and waited for almost an hour, teeth gritted, to get to the point where I could take them again in the middle of the night. It felt like someone had kicked me in the head, the worst it's felt since surgery I think. The lessening of the steroids is my guess but what do I know?

I don't really have to panic until Sunday, but I'd much rather have the pills and not use them, than not have them and need them.

Wow. I think I need a nap.