My twenty two year old son had anterior cruciate ligament reconstruction yesterday. He is not a good patient. He moaned (roared) terribly loudly this morning and complained (that is putting it mildly) all day long about the excruciating pain. It was a case of “Oh my god, I am in agony, what are you going to do about it Mum? You have to fix it!”
I was running around like a headless chicken trying to drum up some stronger painkillers from the hospital and the GP.
Anyway, I got some and they seem to have kicked in.
Needs must! 😉