Bees, knees, please--

Actually, I think he fell asleep watching it.  I'm staying up, because in spite of all my threats, I'm really a good girl, and it's almost time for his medicine.  Anyone that has had surgery will understand--you can't let the pain get too big, gotta stay ahead of it, or you are in trouble.  So I'm waiting patiently for the time to arrive.

He's doing fine.  The doctor sewed the meniscus back together, because he could, and it's better than it getting removed.  But as a result, Mr W will be in a brace for a while, absolutely no bending of the knee allowed.  He can bear weight on it though, is doing fine with the crutches.  He's just loopy and groggy from the effects of the anesthetic and the meds.  Fun, fun, fun.  I actually am keeping an eye on him too, b/c neither one of us could remember which pain med made him hallucinate last time round, and we took our chances today that we picked the right one.  I was surprised the doctor gave us a choice, maybe I should've brought a list, sure, now I think of it...