This will be my final post about my week laid up with stitches. "Five days," the good doctor reiterated.
"But I will use up most of my sick days," I whined.
"Five days is best for you."
"So five days it is."
Now life will go back to normal. Today I am promising myself I will not take any more Oxycodone. Taking that wonderful little pill relieves the soreness; but there is a price to pay: constipation. Now I've said it so I don't have to go into the details about that.
Truett's brother, Boyce, arrived from Kentucky last night, obviously bringing the cold weather down here with him. His visit was planned at Christmas when his son gave him a gift to fly to Florida to watch Louisville Cardinals vs Florida Gators in baseball. So tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday we plan to go to baseball games in Gainesville. This should be interesting since I could care less about baseball, especially sitting in the cold weather.
Boyce's daughter, Alyson, and her boyfriend, Alan, will be here tonight so it will be a busy weekend. But I've healed enough to minimally entertain. Thanks again to Truett for doing the cooking and other chores I normally do (But not the cooking. Truett does that most of the time anyway). He makes a good nurse if you need one.
When I return to work on Monday a new schedule begins for me. Small reading groups will take up most of my day with writing to only second and third graders. I'm anxious to see how that will all work and hope that my efforts will stimulate these little girls and boys to score higher on FCAT tests coming up in March.
Now do you want to see a colder sky?
Have a great weekend. I plan to.
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