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. :-(