He's still hunched over and moaning. That's pretty awful to watch. I do have to respect the fact that he refuses narcotics. He is, oddly enough, worried about addiction.
So I have to watch him suffer. Not fun, even when he is being nice.
I slept late, until 9, and I managed to throw out my shoulder my rolling on it today. I'm pretty stiff but I can work when I need to do so.
The cats are good, but Torbie fought me on her steroid pill tonight and clawed my hand. Not badly, more puncture wounds. I washed it pretty well so I should be fine. I had Ron help hold her down on the third attempt, which worked.
I had a horrible cyst on my leg. It's finally resolving on it's own without intervention. I think the Vitamin C capsules really helped.
The weather has been hot and miserable, my diet awful, my caffeine intake moderate. We had a driver today who said we had a "sick" sense of humor (for the non-American readers, that's a compliment), and wished he could ride with us every day. I liked him. I hope he makes it.
Biscuit just came and loved on my leg. He's a sweet boy.
Oh, and I did my God time and all the usual stuff in a timely manner today. I even filled out the forms for the MRI. They want a surprising amount of information. Some of it I had to ask Ron about, but it's all done now.
I just need to throw him in the tub and scrub him down "real good" before we do it. I haven't told him yet about the leg ultrasound which is going to be horrible for him. But we need to see if it's a blood clot causing the trouble.
I almost wish it were, that would be an easy fix.
I have a bad feeling Ron will require a back operation.