We got back to the apartment about 5 PM last night. Even though it is only a 3-mile car ride and two elevator trip, I could tell it wore Ernie out. Heather and Charley picked up some groceries so we could eat in. Ernie has an appetite but his sore throat is limiting him to soft food, like the soup he had for dinner. Also anything remotely strong-flavored burns, even the cherry children's Tylenol syrup.
He has sworn off the narcotic painkillers as he says they make him feel dopey and cold. His last prescription pain killer was 24 hours ago. He is tired and a little achy but doing remarkably well. I am so proud of him.
Thanks to all for your messages of encouragement and ideas for how to explain the source of the incision. He is trying to decide between using it to embellish his war record, claiming he was a stunt double for Clint Eastwood in Hang'em High, or avoiding the topic completely and using the sylish new scarf that Heather and Charley bought him.
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