Morphine Drip Now, Puhleez! K? Thnx!

I went to the rheumotologist yesterday. He lives in another town, about 25 minutes drive away. My primary care doctor doesn't like me to drive to destinations more than 15 minutes from my house. This means I must take someone with me on longer trips so that they can drive me home. Yes, it does suck. But not as much as being stranded 25 minutes from home because you are unable to drive back.

Most of the time I am sensible about this, even if I am feeling okay. I just let go of my need to control and let the other person drive, because I know that driving hurts me. But yesterday, I was having a good day and got cocky and drove too long and now I am paying the price. Wrenching pain all night long in my lower back and hips and shoulders, along with crushing pain in my feet. The wrenching always reminds me of sharks feeding. You know how Natural Documentary sharks sort of sink their teeth in to a hunk of meat and shake it? It's like that in my shoulders and elbows. But the worst thing is my back which feels like a wrestler has his booted foot in it and is shoving hard. Oof! Oof! Oof! I was in bed until 5:00 pm but even resting was hurting me and my SO was all "You have to eat something", so I got up and tried moving around a bit.

Now, I'm trying whining on the internet while the muscle relaxers kick in. Nothing seems to help though. Morphine? Puhleez.