You get a call from your wife Mary

You wake, still mostly immobilized, in your hospital bed. A small parade of nurses and nurses' aides see to your morning routine of medications, bedding changes and bodily functions. With a little sleight of hand, you're able to hold on to Dr. Breedlove's panties. While no longer damp, they hold her lovely and very personal scent. There's still nobody in the second bed behind the curtain, so it's blessedly quiet. You're about to turn on your TV when your phone rings.

It's your wife Mary. You grin and pick up.

"Sweetie-pie!" you say.

"Honey-bear!" Mary greets you. "I talked to your doctor on the phone, and she said they needed to hang onto you for a few days and they wanted you and me to talk about home care before that."

"Yeah, sweetie," you say. "Doctor Breedlove, right?"

"Uh-huh," Mary says.

"Yeah, she was real helpful last night," you say, thinking of the panties under your pillow. "She said I wouldn't be able to put weight on that leg for a while, especially the knee."

"Oh, honeybear," Mary says. "So we can't...?"

"Yeah, you know," you said. "Doc said they'd help us try out other stuff in bed, since I'm not gonna be doing much thrusting for a while." You laugh. "Occupational therapy, she said."

Mary laughs. "Whatever they call it, sounds like they want you to stay happy while you're getting better."

"You have a chance to come down and see me today, sweetie-pie?" you ask.