Improvements.

So I thought I'd be a hero this morning when I woke up and there was only a dull ache in my leg (as opposed to the throbbing shooting pain of the other mornings that I'd woken up with V to the Max worn off) so I got up and hobbled downstairs to attempt to make my own breakfast. Well, pretty much as soon as I set wrapped bruised foot in the kitchen, my quad tried to escape. Oh well. At least I made it down there. But the meds lasted for longer (or, the pain a little less bad, probably both) seeing as how I had taken 2 at 5:00, and woke up at 9:30. That's a half hour more than yesterday! That's great! Little improvements!

Time to put the boyfriend on and get my quad to stop trying to escape.