Indeed, my therapist wanted me to take two pain pills, every four hours. I've never taken that much hydrocodone in my life, but he said it rather sternly. Cliff was here and heard him, so I even have a witness.
My doctor, however, doesn't want me to do that. She wants me to take the pills "as needed". Whenever I feel I need them, in other words. Well, I like that plan better anyhow!
When the therapist came today, I didn't tell him about my conversation with the doctor. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Oh, here's a most wonderful thing: I've been doing three sets of all my exercises; today I found out there's only one of them that I have to repeat three times, on the five sessions per day I do my therapy. I'm ecstatic! Therapy just became easy.
The guy said I'm ahead of 90% of people who are doing this therapy after knee surgery, but that doesn't surprise me. One must remember that lots of people having knee surgery are considerably older than I am.
We had tornado warnings today in our little town and all surrounding areas. I take warnings more seriously than I used to, in light of the events at Joplin. So we had just started eating our dinner... mashed potatoes, gravy, roast, and green beans... when the sky got dark and the town sirens started sounding.
"Cliff," I said, "I want to go somewhere safe."
We live in a trailer house, remember.
Cliff started cramming roast in his mouth faster than the speed of light, murmured a curse word or two, and we headed for the car. We only went next door to the basement of our old house, but it was pouring down rain, so we got soaked anyhow... car or no car.
Iris has disappeared. I failed to get her inside before all the noise of the storm, and she probably ran fifty miles away trying to escape. I love her, but I've lost enough dogs in the last few years that I'm starting to get numb to loss. I hope she comes back. If she doesn't, though, I'll get a dog, maybe a puppy, that doesn't shed. I know, that seems cold-hearted, but it's my state of mind these days.
I've done everything I know to keep the silly dog safe; my conscience is clear. I'm used to losing a dog about every eighteen months or so. Bring on the loss.