Emporer Palpatine struck again last night. I was laying in bed. Thankfully the meds took the edge off enough I got some sleep.

At work I "looked like ****" according to a blunt, though friend category co-worker. She was right. Stressful morning. No hot water so no shower. My leg muscles need that blast. The mile pilgrimage from parking to work was... methodical.

I put in two hours, grabbed some comfort food and ambience and headed home. If tomorrow is similar I'm calling in. This is no worse than moderate on any scale I'd imagine, but it is crushing me. I have this sort of electric sensation in my calf/ankle area when I was on no and lower dosages of Lyrica. This location is brutal. That is the best way to describe it.

Surviving, not thriving,

Jon