There's a new icing routine going on. For years that lady has put cold things near me and BRRR! I got the hell away from them immediately. But since I've been handling the ice so well at Scout's House when I go there for physical therapy, we're now doing ice therapy at home. The drugstore ice packs that sit inside the stretchy sleeves with velcro fastening straps work well.
2 or 3 times a day, usually after some exercise, that lady puts an ice pack on my hips and one on my back and I just lay there and think about chasing squirrels until it's over. Actually, I usually spend my time wisely by chewing on a bully stick - I'm a multi tasker that way!
My only rule is that everyone needs to stay in the room with me while I'm getting iced. Otherwise I have to get up and go see what they're doing and then the ice packs fall off and need to be re-applied. Sometimes it's a hassle being in charge of *everything*, but you know, if you want something done right...
