Eye drops, nose drops, dry mouth gum, mouth-numbing stuff, five or six medicines for nausea. Pain pills I haven’t needed yet, thankfully, supplements out the kazoo and lotions for the wazoo. I’m feeling like a junkie. I guess. Since I don’t really know what a junkie feels like, except he/she needs pills to survive. Now that seems to be me.
The docs have prescribed any and everything I MIGHT need. Just in case. They are on call for renewals and anything that goes wrong with me. Talk about feeling like the center of attention. 🙂 Between the list of doctors I have and list of caregivers (almost said caretakers) I am getting more attention than a coon raiding a pantry.
No matter. I am half way through cancer treatments with three weeks to go so I must relish in the devotion as long as possible. It will soon be over. I do try to keep the whining and complaining to keep to a minimum, even if Bill might not think so.
Bill is playing Santa Claus this year, but I decided to go to Target with him for a few things I wasn’t sure he could pick out. Fifteen minutes later, I had to find a place to rest. (Out of all this assortment of medication, there is no pill for fatigue.) My dear husband finished shopping in the midst of the chaos and stood in a long line while I took a nap in the closed, darkened photo center. There are some benefits to treatments at Christmas.
Bill said I looked like a junkie passed out on the sofa. So next time you see a person lounging in the dark corner of the store, don’t give them a hard time. They could be waiting for someone to invent that new-fangled “get up and go” pill. In the meantime, please pray that I get some more “get up and go.”
These doctors are trying very hard to heal my body, but I must remember the greatest Physician is. My God. He made this shell and knows what medications I need.
You are loved,