Because of the pain killer I took Wednesday night, I slept pretty much all day Thurday. I didn't really start my day until around 3pm and even then I just didn't want to get out of bed. Now, it's after midnight and I can't sleep. My leg is killing me again and I don't have many of my good pain killers left.
I wish I could just rip this muscle out of my thigh and be done with it. It's like sharp bolts striking in the one spot in waves that radiate down to my knee. I think now I know how Greg House felt like when he had the infarction in HIS leg...and the guy if fictional.