When I got home I was able to hold off having percocet for 4.5 hours. Then I was able to hold off taking it for 6 hours. Then I needed it at 3.5 hours, the only problem is, 4 hours is the minimum.
I had my drugs just before midnight. Then I was off to sleep. My parents had the next batch of drugs downstairs and were to give them to me in the morning at 6 am. I woke up in the night because of pain and thought that it must be time for drugs. I would get out of bed, go to the bathroom, take drugs and go to bed. No. It did not go like that. Somehow I managed to get out of bed and to the bathroom, and then I was on my way back when I saw the clock. It was about 1:30 am. 3.5 hours more until I was even allowed to take drugs. Crap.
I managed to make it back into bed and back to sleep. I was up lots. I was up from pain. I was up because I had to go to the bathroom. In the end I managed to roll twice and get up once more. I needed drugs. I went to the bathroom and then looked at the clock. 3:30 am.
Knowing I would need the drugs I woke the fam. I got Dad to bring me the drugs from downstairs so that I could take them at 4 am, and then I set about waiting. It was a long wait. I did not wait the full half hour, but I did wait for most of it.
I took the drugs, fought my way back to bed, and slept.
I was up early, still before my parents. I continued to doze, in and out, for another hour before the pain was too great. I took a long time getting up and getting downstairs.
Mom and Dad helped me lay down there where I was able to sleep until 8:30 am where I was forced to take drugs again.
I have now been given a muscle relaxant that I can use with percocet or T3, so I will use it on an opposite cycle so that I might smooth out this pain roller coaster.
The soonest I could see the surgeon is tomorrow.
I'll be there.
A nurse just called. She reinforced that I should be taking my drugs every four hours if the pain is that bad.
Yay... drug time...
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