Dopey-San

Dopey San was my old nickname from "Welcome to The Machine", it fits today. Tibbles is recouperating well. The physiotherapist said she was regaining excellent motion of her arm. BRAVO Tibbles!!!!!! Prior to taking her, I went to my Chiropractor, who tried to adjust me, but it wasn't going well. I asked her if I should go into the ER and see what they say, and she said it might not be a bad idea. Which fit into the schedule well, as the ER was across the hallway from the physio. I couldn't sit, so, I stood with an ice pack on my bottom and waited for the Doctor to arrive. I only had to wait a few minutes, and he was very sympathetic. He told me I was to have bedrest for the next 3 days. "Only to get up to pee, otherwise, you will end up in this hospital on bedrest with armed guards outside the door". Then he proceded (no joke) to roll around on the floor and show me different excercises and various contortions for me to attempt when my back and knees were feeling better. I told him "please don't make me laugh, it hurts", he kept repeating bedrest. . . .I said, "I can't, I have a pregnant dog, kids and a husband" "Are you on a farm?" he asked, I shook my head no, I should have said, I live in a zoo. He looked at Tibbles, who had been walked over to me, and told her that she was to take over the household duties with her sister. As we walked out she said "don't worry Mommy, I will make dinner and take care of everything". What a lovey. So now, here I am, power typing juiced up on Lorazapam and Tylenol 3's . "A helluva drug" as Rick James said on the Chappelle show. Now, I am going to bed. Damn, it's a gorgeous day too, I wanted to get some yard work done.