Two more words

Still ouch.

I look like my mother wattling down the corridor. I swear to you. It hurts to stand up and then it takes me a good 500 yards to start to feel "normal". Don't get me wrong. I love it and am seriously on the fence about going to class tomorrow but dang it all to heck.....if I could just sit down to pee and not have to yell on the way down and have John help me on the way up. I am sure that was somewhere in the vows....

For richer or poorer
in sickness and in health
with the ability to get off the toilet alone and with help
til death do you part.

If this Alleve, Tylenol, and Motrin don't start kicking in, my death may be sooner than expected....