Thursday

Mick slept better last night than the night before, but is still not sleeping through. This morning we went for a walk, but could not repeat yesterday’s twice-around-the-block run; we managed it once, a little slower than last time. The pain proved harder to stay ahead of today. Mick is on a prescribed regimen of a painkiller every twelve hours, a muscle relaxant every eight hours, and another painkiller every four to six hours as needed—we’ve been able to set the clock by the schedule this of this last one, as it wears off around the three-hour mark. It became clear yesterday that there wasn’t enough of the short-term painkiller to last until his first post-op visit to Dr. Kuflik Monday, so Mick called and got a new prescription. Perhaps unsurprisingly, none of the pharmacies in our latitudes had enough of that particular medication to fill it, so your blogger went back downtown to the Walgreens across from Beth Israel, where they address needs like this more regularly. We also got a telescoping cane at Duane Reade, because the custom-cut one from the hospital now seems too short, perhaps as a result of the patient’s improving confidence, posture, and height. The swelling continues to be an annoyance. Other than that, our boy is doing well. Your blogger was unable to get a photo of the increasingly suave and distinguished moustache today, but hopes to do so tomorrow.