Oh the joys of Mike's treatment. The highs, lows and in betweens of dex et al. continue. It's hard to decide which of the phases is the worst.
- The non-stop chatter
- The extreme views (why did we have to have an election NOW!)
- The "I look like I've been in the ring with Muhammad Ali" puffed up half closed eyes
- The no-one is home or gone deaf day
- The jokes that only Mike finds funny
- The emotional days
That is just a short sample as I am sure many will know.
We did manage to acquaint ourselves with yet another doctor yesterday. I think he might have been Doogie Howser. They say as you age the policemen get younger, I seem to have a problem with my vision where doctors are concerned, after all I'm not getting older! Dr Pip (oh yes that was his name) was I have to say extremely good. I'm sure you've all known doctors who somehow manage to get your back up the second they open their mouth. Who instead of saying "Tell me that all again so I can get my head round it" ask you the same questions all over again with a tone that implies you are verbally inept and stupid. He tried the "tell me that again" tactic on Mike but quite frankly, he was suffering from a bad case of chemo-brain yesterday. His answers didn't make sense to me, and I knew all the facts. The staff must think I like the sound of my own voice, I always seem to end up answering for him.
Quote of the day: "I've deximalised"
P.S. Dr Pip really did look like Neil Patrick Harris!
