I posted this morning about my 40 hour journal. Still feeling lethargic. Well the phone rings and its my Nurse calling to see how I was doing. She knows Im going to see the Ortho Surgeon in July and 99 percent will have surgery. Remember now they gave me tramadol to try and taper. She knows the legit pain im in. Well I told her, the tramadol made me nauseaus, and Im on my second day of cold turkey. She flipped. Not in a bad way but in a caring way. She asked me how i was feeling and i told her the truth. She said why didnt you just let us know the Tramadol wasnt working. She is a very kind and concerned nurse. She told me not to cold turkey. I told her jokingly (If Elvis could become a superstar and he was my Idol, i didnt want to end up like him, because if he still was alive i would kick his butt). Well she knows I dont abuse them and take as prescribed, and I told her I know that but Im dependent on them. She wants me to stay on medication until I see the Surgeon and then they will wean me off about ten percent a week. They really are a good DR. and Nurse. She said the DR. wrote out a prescription for Percocet until I see the surgeon In July. OMFG. 45 hours now and WTF do I do. My brain is looking at it conservatively in both ways. Why did I answer the phone. Was it Satan, or God trying to help me in a sincere way. I dont know. The script is waiting. And I am going to soak in the tub and hope Amnesia sets in. What a frigging decision.         The King  elvistcb