When the drugs work

So I'm back among the mobile and quasi-able bodied! If I had been in a better frame of mind, I would have kept a notebook next to my bed. Why? Because muscle relaxer + painkiller = trippy dreams. I stayed knocked out for about 16 hours, and during that time, the muscles in my back calmed down. I made myself go walking this morning (before the cold front hit) and I made it for almost two miles. So far so good. The pain isn't completely gone, but hey...I can move again. Now I'm just in that super-hesitant frame of mind where every move is suspect. I know that in an instant, my ass could be on the floor and I could once again be relegated to the world of the wailing wounded. Who needs that?