Monday, 1 March 2010

Bad morning.

I am not in a good mood today. First I was well and truly told off for being too much of a fusspot, it seems Mike didn't like being reminded to take his T last night and me trying to look after him when he could barely open his eyes this morning didn't go down too well either. I tried to pass it off as drug induced, but Mike was quite insistent that it was nothing to do with them, I won't bore you with the heated discussion that resulted. I'm left feeling very deflated by the whole thing, fancy getting shouted at for trying to be nice!
Mike is currently at the hospital having his Pamidronate infusion. I was going to sit with him to keep him company, but I was told I couldn't and "go away". I do understand the risk of norovirus (something the hospital is having trouble with at the mo) but ironically, it was that ward that gave Mike what we think was that very same bug when he had his BMB done.

All in all, not one of my better days.


  1. That's the Dexy's talking! You will get used to the pattern and learn to ignore him!

  2. All of us MM caregivers have been here. It is very difficult. It's hard to be so mad and hurt and then feel so guilty on top of it if you strike
    back. You think "how could I be mean to him,
    he has CANCER for Pete's sake?!" Relationships
    are hard to begin with but the "C" word just throws all of it into overdrive. Though Tim was not too bad on Dex, when you paired it with this
    stressed out, sleep-deprived, over-worked, under-appreciated, peri-menopausal,
    desperate housewife, things got pretty tense at
    times. Gotta fit some "you" time into your schedule if possible. A professional massage and
    a pound of chocolate go a long way.

  3. I needs some angel dust prescribed me thinks