For the past 2 days I've done without vicodin, just staying with the anti-inflammatories. I am coming out of the fog of pain and back into the world. I look around in amazement and wonder where the heck did I go? Deep down into pain. My dreams began to get violent, with wild animals' jaws snapping at my face.
Last evening I puttered in the garden, cleaning up clippings and cuttings, and watering plants and lawns. It was a perfectly mild night with birds singing and a refreshing breeze blowing across the top of my head.
And to think I got through it without the use of this product