Now the plot thickens. When I left the hospital 'they' gave me a copious supply of Oxycontin which worked very well but not necessarily the way I wanted. It did control the pain but caused a super case of constipation and suppression of appetite, which caused me to shed about 60 pounds of unnecessary weight. About a week into the agony I asked Jeri to get a gun and shoot me but looking back I'm glad she didn't take me up on the deal.:) I had two nazies' come to the house; every day for an hour to give me physical therapy, which was another trail but as it worked-out it was a good thing. After a couple of weeks I started going to their facility and doing the excercises there, which I liked much better; one reason was I only there three days a week. More to come later.