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So today I did something that I had been putting off for about 6 months. I had some bothersome skin tags in my armpits that I continually nicked with the razor when I shaved. It seemed like every time I booked the appointment, something would come up and I would have to reschedule it. The last time appointment I had booked ended up being Mr. B's first chemo treatment and I had to cancel two days before the appointment. I'm sure this clinic was REALLY impressed with me. So I hopped on bus and made my way downtown by myself.
On Tuesday Mr. B offered to drive me but I politely refused. Well, not really so politely. I said,"Not while you are still taking breakthrough morphine!". Turns out he wasn't in any shape to drive today anyway. He was in quite a bit of pain again last night and today so his mood wasn't very good. And yes, I do have my driver's licence but I really hate to drive. I mean, REALLY HATE TO DRIVE. It causes me all sorts of anxieties just thinking about it. So I took the bus and grabbed a taxi to come home. I had a new client that was dropping his paperwork off and I didn't want to take a chance on being late if I went home by bus.
While I was waiting for the taxi, it really hit me. My life will never be the same again. I better get used to doing things by myself. I read so many other blogs and the patient is still doing things like working and poor Mr. B can hardly even walk to the bedroom. We only leave our condo for Mr. B's treatments, blood tests and doctor appointments. I'm starting to get cabin fever. :-( I'm trying not to get discouraged that he just doesn't seem to be improving much. I know he's pretty discouraged about the way he feels.
For the next two weeks I'll be working 3 days each week out of the home. It's just some temporary employment but it will help out with our finances. Plus it will get me out to the land of the living. I'm looking forward to that. Hopefully I don't spend all I make in the stores downtown.