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Good News/Bad News

I'll go with the bad news first, so I can end on a good note...we got a call from our close friends over the weekend--we've run around with them for more than two decades (almost three!! I met Cathy & her husband Harry when hubs and I were "just friends"--Cathy likes to tease me about that!) and we have been visiting them every year since they've been snowbirds in Florida. In fact, had the Arctic Wave not hit us, we had planned to go out to visit them last month. Anyway, Cathy has had pain in her leg for the past few weeks, and they went boating recently. Cathy couldn't get out of the boat, so they helped her and her leg shattered. She has Stage IV bone & lung cancer. She smoked for about 35 years, but stopped in 2005.

Cathy & I about 2 years ago...just typical of us being goofy with our crazy-eyed, wooden, cowboy boyfriend. ♥ Please keep her in your thoughts & prayers as she adjusts to her new normal. We also have a photo with the Native American wooden boyfriend we share, but I couldn't find it in my files for this post.
Cathy & I about 2 years ago...just typical of us being goofy with our crazy-eyed, wooden, cowboy boyfriend. ♥ Please keep her in your thoughts & prayers as she adjusts to her new normal. We also have a photo with the Native American wooden boyfriend we share, but I couldn't find it in my files for this post.

I ended up with a pukey migraine yesterday, but thankfully we were fully stocked with soups in the freezer and hubs is healthy enough he could shuffle to the microwave, etc. He also tried to make clam chowder and unload the dishwasher...I heard him and stopped him. Except I had to come out 3 times because he thought he was being sneaky. Gah. Finally, I got exasperated the third time, and I'm not ashamed to say I begged and pled with him to sit the fuck down, not bend over, not use the stairs and to definitely not use a knife (his vision is still wonky), etc. Finally, he decided I was gonna keep coming out to stop him, and since I was a pukey mess, it was not going to end well for either of us.

Hubs tires really quickly (for him...he's usually Mr. Go-Go-GO FASTER) so he spent a half hour at the office on Thursday, an hour on Saturday and about two hours today. 2 hours is about his limit right now. He still slurs when he gets tired and his secretary told me he got a little confused today too (which is not totally abnormal, and I think it's more fatigue right now than brain related as he is trying to get caught up. Luckily he started scaling his business back a couple of years ago, so he isn't super busy right now) so we came home & he's been napping.

He also has a nasty case of gout currently, which he's had before. So, he is not wanting to walk much and because his vision isn't quite right yet, he is relying on me yet for stairs & uneven surfaces. He isn't medically cleared to drive and I anticipate I'll be driving him around the next month or so.

That said, he is back or nearly back to normal on a few fronts. His appetite is pretty good, though he is not wanting cannabis, alcohol or overly spicy food. That's not a bad thing necessarily, though I told him that cannabis might not be a bad idea before he goes to bed to help with the pain. (I take cannabis for pain--been a medical patient since Illinois opened up for medical marijuana which has been about 6 or 7 years.) He was bummed to learn we finished the clam chowder I made a couple of weeks ago, so that's what he requested. Still looking at the Mediterranean Diet to plan future meals, and I think we'll be happy with that. His voice is much stronger (until he tires) and he's making plans to have dinner with friends this week. He also wants to go to Vegas next week. We have an appointment on Wednesday this week. I told him to make sure he's medically cleared to go before he makes flight arrangements. He'd go with his friend and I'd stay home with the pups & moon kitty. Although I've been wholly immersed in all sorts of germs with all the hospital visits I made last week, I'm still not comfortable on a flight, but at this point, if he really wanted me to go, I think I'd suck it up and go. I'd double mask, but I'd go.

We have come incredibly far in the past 9 days. We have a lot to be thankful for.

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