House of Pain.

We have a sea of empty pill bottles on our kitchen counter. I stopped and counted them up today. Between Catherine's cracked tooth, and my excised clavicle, we've taken over 485 pills in the past few weeks. That includes my prescription pain killers (which I had to stop taking because it turns out I'm allergic to them), but doesn't include the two new bottles of ibuprofen we started working on on Saturday. I think our drug intake today alone pushes the total to over 500 pills.

The good news is, Catherine had the tooth extracted today, and Saturday's accident didn't appear to do more than set my healing back a couple of days. I'm hoping we both get to cut out the painkillers soon.