Because this is what I’m like……..come Monday morning…..
I really detest this living in limbo thing. I’m hoping the Endoscopy on Thursday will give us some kind of game plan. We have no idea how things are going. We have no idea if things are growing somewhere other than where the CT scan showed the other day.
I hear “don’t borrow trouble”.
I’m not. I want some kind of answer of what we can expect.
Are we wasting precious time doing Chemo that is doing NO good to us, but making a shitload of money for the hospital?
Last Thursday night, Nick was laying in the recliner, looking at me. I went over to sit next to him and asked what he wanted.
“A bullet.” he said as I told him “Don’t tell me a bullet.”
He says he doesn’t have any good days anymore.
Then Sunday, he had a spring in his step and a light in his eyes….today, I don’t know as he pissed me off last night and I left this morning without saying good bye. He called and was ‘tiptoeing’ around me early afternoon. ‘How’s yer Monday?’ It’s a Monday. ‘Monday from hell?’ I spose. I was still pissed.
He gets mad because I have things I want to do and get done. He wants me to do nothing but cuddle with him on the couch or in bed. Last night he got on the subject of his family. How I don’t treat THEM right. I’m the only one who has ever done anything wrong. To mention how his family treats me always brings up what a bitch I am.
The hell with that shit. They pull their shit outta the blue on me all the time. Not to mention the bullshit his child has pulled. I didn’t do it. That child did. And it’s time Nick understood that that child DOES DO WRONG.
But whatever. Soon enough I won’t have to deal with any of their bullshit again anyway. I have enough on my plate. One would think they would HELP instead of HINDER. That seems beyond them.