Today was some better.  At least 'better enough' to not be 'crappy'.  But to make up for it my bursitis was so painful that it became the most important aspect of my day.  It didn't keep me from doing every thing, but most of the things that I did I tried to do when the medicine kicked in or in spite of the horrific pain.  We did go to Lucas' birthday party and after we were there a while and until before we left I was relatively free from pain.  But the drive to and from was agonizing.  We stopped at Harmon's on the way home and Shelia bought me some Ibuprofen which took more then an hour to kick in and now causes me to be afraid of my night because I'm not supposed to take more until 8 hours.  I'm not that hopeful that it will work that well that long.  I would like to think that it will start to get better pretty soon.  But I'm not that hopeful about that either.  I have pretty much accepted that my week will be less then desirable, and now I just hope that I can survive.  The pain is the main thing, but the fatigue and the inability to be able to focus on anything else is just as bad.  I plan on it shutting me down for some time but I will just hope for the best and expect the worse, and endure this terrible pain, as if I had any other choice.