Day 7 - The Medicine Police

I wake up and I'm in a lot of pain. It's been six hours since I took my last pain pills. I get out of bed and using the walker go empty my pee bottle from the night and then brush my teeth. I transfer myself to the wheelchair and wheel myself to the kitchen to eat breakfast -- blueberries, sausage, eggs, and coffee -- but I'm in too much pain. I down a Vicodin and before I can down the other my wife snatches the bottle away from me and says it is time for me to start cutting back on the pills. In pain and protest I wheel myself to the bathroom and make a big stinky for her to clean up. I have a bad feeling that it is going to be a long day.