We celebrated xmas eve by spending the evening with great friends, then going out to a bar to see some people we hadn't seen in ages. I had way too much to drink, and paid the price (hangover) the next day. And for some reason I felt very sore at the surgery incision site, more so than any time since the actual surgery itself nearly 3 weeks ago. Ibuprofen didn't touch it, so I took one of the pain pills the doctor had prescribed. Wrong move - I spent nearly the whole of xmas night flat on my back for fear of puking, dizzy, hot/cold/hot/cold, dreaming complex unpleasant dreams, streaming like video.
I don't understand how people can get addicted to vicodin, ugh. That stuff is awful.