Then Riccardo took me to CVS where we filled prescriptions and bought cigarettes. Eight days as a non-smoker down the tubes. Like I told Riccardo, I'm a pussy when it comes to pain.
Then home where Maria and Steffany had saved us each a huge heaping plateful of food -- vegetables and pasta and cheese and potatoes and bread and pesto -- I always eat so well at that house. They actually sent me home with a loaf of bread, as a matter of fact.
So now I'm hobbling but better (healing? Or the pain shot?), and I plan on taking the cane to Vince's protest tomorrow -- whether I need it or not -- so that if they start hauling people off to jail, maybe they'll take pity on me and let me go home.
Hope everyone else is having a better weekend than I am.