Dieter and I saw the doctor this morning. Only he had an appointment, but we always go together, so the doc's wife, who was manning the phones, said "That's okay. We wouldn't want to split them up."

I told Dr. G that I'll be away from Phoenix for three months, and I don't want a new doctor in Dallas. It says a lot about his faith in me as a person (really, why shouldn't he trust me?) that he gave me several hundred Vicodin and even more Xanax, to last through that time, with refills for the same amount. I guess he knows, if I were going to abuse my meds, I'd have started before now.

The Monster Headache paid me a visit this morning, along with the Hurts All Over, and my hip was nagging at me too, so it wasn't a great morning, but this afternoon I am much better. I took a Vicodin this AM, so I could get dressed and to the dr. appt.

Dieter and I are trying not to think about the dogs, since we can't do anything about them anyway. We have to trust Dennis to take care of them while I'm gone. Actually, it's great not to have to step/fall over them, clean up after them, walk them and pull my arms off, chase Kiesha all over the neighborhood, etc. I'll resume her obedience classes when I get back to Dallas, Sept 21.