Deeper knowledge

I am accumulating numerous topics for my Shallow Knowledge book, but an area in which I am gaining deeper knowledge at too fast a past is detoxing. Ken's not mine.
We have definitely moved past the easy part of this process. He began decreasing his pain meds several weeks ago at an impressive clip.
But during that process we flew to Chicago to visit Amanda and Lucas and my mother, not an easy trip, and other than being more tired than usual, he didn't skip a beat. He's managed to handle a weekend while I went away on a girls' spree to California and wine country and left him running the coffee and treat tent at church one Sunday. He's hunted down the last portable carrier on sale at ACE hardware. He's kept up his attendance at the men's 6:30 a.m. breakfast on Wednesdays and the ROMEO lunch on Thursdays.
But Tuesday, after we put Amanda on the plane back to London, he surrendered to the pain and exhaustion of steadily weaning himself from a three times daily down-the-hatch shot of oxycotin.
His handsome face is etched with a grimace of wearing, wearying pain. Yesterday, he fell asleep in the middle of playing Oh, Hell. He got up at 9 p.m. only to return to bed at 9:15. He was too tired, hurt too much to even pull the sheets up over his body. This morning he made his way to the kitchen for his bowl of cereal and milk. I cut the strawberries. He hurt too much to lift the knife. We aren't through with this. Harder days lie ahead. I'm grateful he can sleep.
For now.
His doctor said it would be like a very hard case of the flu. Maybe swine flu without the swine. You'll hurt so bad you wish you could die. The pain pops I've nagged him to quit sucking, I now find myself looking for to give him.
I will work from home today writing about xeriscape gardening about which I do have shallow knowledge but luckily good sources.
For detoxing I have a titch more knowledge and shakier resources, my self.