I finally got up at 3:00 AM. Walked outside to see the blue moon and say a prayer. Still on the Vicodin taper. And doing ok. Legs are better but now its my poor feet! They feel like the bones are broken. Still can't sleep. I hope feeling ok is not going to make me want to "celebrate". There I go again, getting ahead of myself. I feel very raw. Like the world is coming into focus and the slightest stress could send me over. Taking very, very good care of myself. I'm usually everyone's doormat and I'm getting static from saying no. People don't like it and use anger to get their way. It feels like attacks on my journey. Landmines. I dont feel like telling everyone my business so no one gets it. Others don't like it when you change, I've noticed. This Vicodin is a deep, dark secret for me. Thanks for giving a place to let out my thoughts and feelings. Elseware