Just got back from visiting my mother-in-law, who had knee surgery. She put the fear of God in me. Or rather, awoke my fear of pain.
Me: She needs Oxycontin just to make it through the day. What kind of pain will I be in?
Austin: Yours won't be as bad. You won't have to do physical therapy. Could you imagine? Uterine crunches?
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