I saw the pain management doctor today and, aside from being completely freaked out by the woman laid flat by a hip injury, I realized that he is not going to hurt me. Don't ask me why I assumed the pain doctor would hurt me, let us, instead, rejoice in the fact that he never even touches me. Suffice to say he was tremendously impressed with my incision and asked if a plastic surgeon had finished my surgery (no). He gave me some very serious pain-relieving patches and I await a phone call to see if I am eligible for some compound cream but, he too, felt obligated to remind me of the seriousness of my injury and resulting surgery...which leaves me wondering if the health professionals treating me feel I am not taking all of this seriously enough.
We've been watching The West Wing
and appreciating gifts from friends.