It feels so good not to hurt. I can only imagine how much more pleasant my trip to Europe would have been if the idiot GP, Dr. Kalata, had spent more than two minutes with me and prescribed the proper medicines instead of the crappy pain pills she pushed off on me. I would have been pain free by the time I hit Chicago if she had a clue as to what she was doing.
My photo of the day for day 285 is of my little friend, Teddy standing guard over the remaining tablets from my six day prescription. It took less than 12 hours for them to take effect. Sadly, it took a month to see a doctor that knew what he was doing.