Woke up today in worse pain than I've had since I started this therapy. Since, by law, Angelenos can only water their yards on Monday and Thursday, and must finish by 9 am, I didn't have the option of staying in bed, and hoping I would feel better with some rest. I took half a Percocet, and soldiered on.

I'm glad I've already made an appointment to see my regular physician. I'm afraid the conservative treatment has failed, and surgery is inevitable.

In the knitting department, I finished the back of the grey sweater last night, and am now working on the front. Haven't picked up the sock I'm working on. It's beautiful, but, as close as it is to Christmas, something I'm making for myself has to take the back seat to a gift.