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Today has been an interesting day. I took a Vicadin before bed last night because of pain from a pinched nerve in my neck that has been driving me crazy for four days. I had never taken Vicadin before, but the doctor prescribed it. About an hour after taking it I was feeling *extremely* odd. I did not sleep much at all and alternated between falling into a light sleep and waking up gasping as if I had stopped breathing. About 3 am I woke up from a restless doze, to my head hurting like I can't ever remember it hurting before. I kept trying to sleep and finally got up about six, when the pain was making me whimper, to take some motrin. When the girls started waking up about 7:30, I begged Brad to get up and take care of them. By then nausea was making me shiver and sweat. I could hardly stand it. Brad got up and did a bang up job keeping the girls quiet. I could not sleep because the pain in my head and the nausea was seriously killing me. Like my prayer was alternately "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me" and "Lord, please let me throw up or die soon." Finally, at about 9 I got relief (I leave that to your imagination) and was able to fall into an exhausted sleep until about noon, when I woke up, made the girls and Brad lunch (which was a little painful, I'll admit), had some tea with honey, and more motrin. I slept again until 2pm when I woke up to have some chicken soup and saltines. I now feel almost totally back to normal, though still very, very tired in a bone weary kind of way. I even made a salad bar type thing for dinner and had some myself. I don't know if the vicadin caused this or if I got some kind of bug, but it was miserable. I'm avoiding the vicadin from now on anyway, because I looked at the "possible side effects" when I got up at noon and every symptom I had was on that list even to the gasping for breath thing.

All of this was just to get to the point that the girls spent most of the day with their daddy. And it went very well. They just got done marching around the backyard (yes, really marching like soldiers) with stuffed animals in their arms, in perfect formation, chanting something I couldn't quite make out. Now they are inside, and Mari is singing "Sunshine, sunshine, I've got a different...kinda Sonshine..." over and over and Zoe and Luci are playing some sort of game that involves words that are not English, I'm sure. They are sweet and snuggly to me.

I love my little family.