Saw the PCP yesterday. BR's still in a lot of pain, but was able to hold it together for the appointment. I don't know if it was the pain or the drugs, but I almost lost it when BR starting lightly hitting the doctor with his grabber. "You. Don't. Know. What's. Wrong."
He'll be getting an MRI of each hip joint this afternoon. "Don't you have an implant?" "No." "No spinal cord stimulator?" "Nope. It didn't work."
After I got BR to bed, I made groceries for the week. (If you follow that link, you'll never get those 10 minutes back. You have been warned.)
Come morning, I'll be calling our Blue Cross case manager to see if we have any coverage for skilled nursing until the trial. Not that we'll use it, but just gathering information.