It’s now 13 days of chemo, and counting! Meanwhile the oral thrush medicine seems to work, except that I have a dark suspicion it keeps coming back.What’s worse, I may have given it to my wife, she’s complaining of a sore tongue.
Meanwhile, my entire yesterday evening and this morning was messed up. Sisko took a flying leap onto a chair, and then screamed. (No not the commander of Deep Space 9, I mean the large hairy dog belonging to my son the Teacher and his wife the Dangerous Redhead.)
We had a phone call saying could WolfGirl and I take the Hairy Sisko in to the vets, in case he had broken or dislocated something. That took most of the evening, including nearly getting caught in a flood, and having to take emergency supplies of food, because my medication was due at 20:30 and has to be after food. Life is fun! At least the Hairy One enjoyed himself once he had had the painkiller. And it was just a soft tissue injury.
So tonight we consoled ourselves by going through a set of archive shelves. Our usual rule is : if it’s not been used in 5 years, then chuck it. So we have. Now all we have to do is find a way to get all that waste paper to the recycling.
One day’s evil and grief is definately enough.