The answer to that question, if you are my DH, is "why, yes, I am high." It's really funny. He doesn't think he's impaired at all, but he is. The Vicodin makes him a tiny bit grumpy, a little loopy, and very forgetful. Today, I went to work for the first time since the surgery. I talked to him on the phone this afternoon and he had slurred speach, told me one story twice, and over-shared about his bowels moving. It was such a treat. The funniest part is that he doesn't think it's funny at all. He's especially grumpy when I laugh at how loopy he is or how he just told the same story twice.
The good news is that he's getting around a bit now. He's not in bed all day and he's able to sleep on his side. For anyone who might wonder, he's recovering quite well. But, he's still high.
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I when I talked to him yesterday I remember thinking ~is he high?
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