Back from vacation, which generally went well in my opinion, despite the tragic death of one of my brother's friends from cancer while we were there. Mom did well on her meds and there was no WWIII between my sister and her husband. And while I ate basically whatever I wanted and gained 7 pounds between the time I left and this past Monday, I only missed one day of working out while I was there, and I have already dropped the 7 pounds in the 5 days I've been back, so I am thrilled with myself on that score. I also had very little leg pain during the trip...primarily because I spent almost all of my time standing or lying down. Of course, it all returned as soon as I got back in the car to drive home on Saturday and came to work on Monday. And as my piece of shit Humana policy has turned down the pain medication the doctor wanted to put me on, I am still waiting for him to get me a substitute drug to help me deal with the pain of sitting. I also finally see the surgeon next week to see what he thinks of the whole situation. At this point, I am actually hoping he could do another microdiscectomy to cure it, because it really has not improved at all at this point, and if the only other option is pain medication for god knows how long, I'll suck it up and pay for the surgery. The cupcake dream is pretty much dead at this point anyway after paying for the new transmission, my vacation, and my MRI, so the rest of my savings might as well go to getting me out of pain so I can at least look for another job. It might not be my dream job, but anything would be better than idiot lawyers.