This morning I get to take this pitiful sad sack back to the surgeon for his 10 day post op check. I hope he gets read the riot act about getting up and getting on with it. Mr. Ants in his Pants has been wallowing in misery for far too long and I'm tired of lecturing. It's been a struggle to get him out of his comfort zone-his bed. At least I got him off the heavy duty pain meds and replaced it with some Tylenol. Maybe when that junk gets out of his system he'll come back to the land of the living. It turned my dad into an addled brained zombie. I don't want to see that happen to The Mister. The similarities are unnerving.