My therapist about killed me today. She had me lie on my stomach and pressed her elbow into the exact point of the muscle pain while moving my leg all around. I was doing really well until that point, but left in more pain than I went in with.

But here's the beauty of old lady friends. I mentioned at dinner last night that I was sorry I didn't have any pain pills left to take on my trip in case of emergency. Immediately three different women piped up with, "I have some you can have." I was offered Vicodin, hydrocodone, and something else. I call this nothing short of a miracle. I picked up the hydrocodone after PT this morning and since I was in so much pain, decided to try one. It was just what I needed... the pain didn't go away, but it was much better and I didn't care about it as much. Happy travels!