Having a bad wingstub flare-up, so bad that it's making it difficult to sleep. It got bad enough that I took a Tramadol last night, which in the past has always been more than sufficient both to blunt the pain and KO me straight to sleepy-time land. In the past. This time, it barely made a dent in the pain, didn't cure my insomnia, but did make me too foggy-headed to do anything useful or distracting, like read or write, so I was left lying in bed, going "ow ow ouchie, gee, I wish I could fall asleep, ow ouch ow" for several hours.
Not. A. Good. Night.
I haven't taken Tramadol in quite a while as I usually consider it the Big Guns and haven't felt the need for it. Now I'm wondering if my pills have expired. Didn't think to examine the bottle last night, but I'll be checking the date after I get home today.
Sorry to hear about that. The weather up here has been wreaking havoc with my pinched nerve and arthritis, making sleep a rare event, so I know how you feel. Too bad we can't just trade in our bodies for new improved models. At this point, I'd volunteer to be a cyborg if I could.
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