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My mother had a chemo treatment on Monday, which I stayed home for. I had woken up with a TMJ-induced migraine and she was feeling okay, so she drove herself to the doctor's for her infusion. Good intentions, bad idea.
I was standing in the living room, talking to Thee Pumpkin Girl (who had only just arrived), when Mom staggered through the front door. Puking, shaking, crying, and other things I shall not get into. This then continued for the next two hours, with me cleaning up after her as best as I could and getting her whatever she needed.
The doctor had sent her home with two new prescriptions, so I went with TPG (and a Wee Ninja, who arrived in the middle of all this) to the pharmacy. Asking the pharmacist to please put a rush on the order because of the circumstances was met with a highly IGNORANT response, which left me seething and spitting profanity over the counter at his white jacketed back. One of the techs, however, took pity on my situation and took the two orders out of the back of the list (where the pharmacist had deliberately put them) and got them filled for me, with an apology for how the little pissant had spoken to me when I dared ask for them to make haste.
The entire rest of the night was spent with me fighting off tears at almost every turn. This round of chemo just seems to be a lot worse then the last one, even with her being taken off of the experimental program. She's sick for the entire week after a treatment and constantly cold to the point where she has taken to wearing her driving gloves in the house. She has trouble keeping food down, can't drink anything that's not room temperature (which is quite an interesting trick when one has a rather chilly kitchen), sees double on occasion, and is losing weight again.
Today, they had her come in for a rehydration treatment because of yesterday's episode. She slept through almost the entire thing, thankfully. But, is still so weak from Monday that I can't go very far from whatever room she happens to be in. I try not to resent being asked for something seemingly every time I manage to sit down because I know she can't HELP what she's going through. It's difficult to keep irritation out of my voice, but I know she notices it. This afternoon/early evening, she asked me to come sit on the couch next to her and gave me a big hug. For both of our benefits, I would reckon.
Seeing her like this is killing me. It's like it's last summer, all over again. And it's an uphill struggle every day to not revert back into my closing-down-for-self-preservation mode that is one of my worst habits. I've shut down to a certain extent, but it's mostly just for my own sanity. All other drama going on around me just does not fucking matter, I've got too much else to worry about.
I had to leave her alone for a bit today, because I had another job interview. Which is an added source of stress, as I received my LAST full unemployment check on Monday. The next check I get will be barely over a hundred dollars. And the way everything is seeming right now, I'm not so sure I'm going to find a job before then. The interview today went okay, I suppose, but I just wasn't feeling the 'we really love you and are going to hire you' vibe.
Tomorrow, I'm going to start eBaying from my bin of sellables (which includes the three dolls I have left from last summer's doll making spree, I've also begun work on new ones). But, even then the money won't be in until probably early next month. I'm going to save as much money as I possibly can from my current check, but it most likely won't be very much as I have to pay my loan payment on the 15th and my final payment to the vet (from Edgar's illness, so long ago). I submit my resume to places every single weekday, with almost no response other then: "Sorry, we decided to interview another candidate." (which happened AGAIN this morning).
It makes me sick to my stomach and I just don't know what I'm going to do.
My mother had a chemo treatment on Monday, which I stayed home for. I had woken up with a TMJ-induced migraine and she was feeling okay, so she drove herself to the doctor's for her infusion. Good intentions, bad idea.
I was standing in the living room, talking to Thee Pumpkin Girl (who had only just arrived), when Mom staggered through the front door. Puking, shaking, crying, and other things I shall not get into. This then continued for the next two hours, with me cleaning up after her as best as I could and getting her whatever she needed.
The doctor had sent her home with two new prescriptions, so I went with TPG (and a Wee Ninja, who arrived in the middle of all this) to the pharmacy. Asking the pharmacist to please put a rush on the order because of the circumstances was met with a highly IGNORANT response, which left me seething and spitting profanity over the counter at his white jacketed back. One of the techs, however, took pity on my situation and took the two orders out of the back of the list (where the pharmacist had deliberately put them) and got them filled for me, with an apology for how the little pissant had spoken to me when I dared ask for them to make haste.
The entire rest of the night was spent with me fighting off tears at almost every turn. This round of chemo just seems to be a lot worse then the last one, even with her being taken off of the experimental program. She's sick for the entire week after a treatment and constantly cold to the point where she has taken to wearing her driving gloves in the house. She has trouble keeping food down, can't drink anything that's not room temperature (which is quite an interesting trick when one has a rather chilly kitchen), sees double on occasion, and is losing weight again.
Today, they had her come in for a rehydration treatment because of yesterday's episode. She slept through almost the entire thing, thankfully. But, is still so weak from Monday that I can't go very far from whatever room she happens to be in. I try not to resent being asked for something seemingly every time I manage to sit down because I know she can't HELP what she's going through. It's difficult to keep irritation out of my voice, but I know she notices it. This afternoon/early evening, she asked me to come sit on the couch next to her and gave me a big hug. For both of our benefits, I would reckon.
Seeing her like this is killing me. It's like it's last summer, all over again. And it's an uphill struggle every day to not revert back into my closing-down-for-self-preservation mode that is one of my worst habits. I've shut down to a certain extent, but it's mostly just for my own sanity. All other drama going on around me just does not fucking matter, I've got too much else to worry about.
I had to leave her alone for a bit today, because I had another job interview. Which is an added source of stress, as I received my LAST full unemployment check on Monday. The next check I get will be barely over a hundred dollars. And the way everything is seeming right now, I'm not so sure I'm going to find a job before then. The interview today went okay, I suppose, but I just wasn't feeling the 'we really love you and are going to hire you' vibe.
Tomorrow, I'm going to start eBaying from my bin of sellables (which includes the three dolls I have left from last summer's doll making spree, I've also begun work on new ones). But, even then the money won't be in until probably early next month. I'm going to save as much money as I possibly can from my current check, but it most likely won't be very much as I have to pay my loan payment on the 15th and my final payment to the vet (from Edgar's illness, so long ago). I submit my resume to places every single weekday, with almost no response other then: "Sorry, we decided to interview another candidate." (which happened AGAIN this morning).
It makes me sick to my stomach and I just don't know what I'm going to do.
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Date: 2004-02-12 07:02 am (UTC)I have a fuckload of sewing stuff - litteraly BAGS in my attic that I need to go through. When I move there's no way in hell it's all going with me.
I can't even remember what all I have. What kinda stuff might ya want?