Who is that masked woman?
As soon as we arrived home from the country last night, Gilly lost his appetite. I actually became upset at first, and accused him of preferring to eat with anyone else but me. This was unfounded, but I realized later that night that I was sick, and so a bit vulnerable I suppose. It’s not an excuse; only a fact.
All night I tossed and turned, trying to put work out of my mind. Swallowing became more and more difficult, and I developed the chills. I couldn’t find the thermometer, but I was sure that something was wrong.
I dropped Gilly off at physio at 8:45, and so began the Palmer shuttle (akin to the Wall street shuffle). My mom picked him up at 9: 45 and dropped him at home.
It was a good thing, because I called the doctor’s office from work and the secretary asked me to come right in; I had the chance to do so because Gilly was being taken care of. I had a strep test, filled a prescription for antibiotics and went back to work. In the meantime, Gilly had his protein scoops in applesauce which i prepared before I left in the morning, then a couple of hours later he warmed some soup for lunch. He managed very well, with a wee bit of long distance prodding on my part.
I have been worrying terribly about a couple of spots on my leg, expecting the worst. I showed them to Dr. Amdursky today and said, "benign" on both counts. I was relived beyond measure. I had been putting off a doctor's visit for a while, scared that I would be diagnosed with some awful disease. What a waste of my energy, and how terribly foolish. I know I'll sleep better tonight (in Yaron's bed, unfortunately, so I don't put Gilly at further risk. I feel a bit selfish wanting my own bed, but I guess it's where I find most comfort when I'm sick. Not a big deal; a tiny sacrifice in comparison to Gilly's ongoing discomfort).
Next stop: dentist. Lisa was kind enough to pick Gilly up and take him to Marvin’s (still needs dental work) for 2:00. I passed by to take him home on my way back from work, mask and all.
Dr. Amdursky told me to stay away from Gilly. I asked how, since we're currently living alone together and I am his primary caregiver. He advised me to wear a mask.
I bought a new thermometer and was not surprised to find that I am running a fever. I feel achy all over. I decided to take it easy tomorrow and stay home from work. I have all my papers, and my good friend Judy will return (she was over this afternoon) to work with me on a long, painstaking task. Together is often so much better, isn’t it?
Gilly came upstairs a few minutes ago to tell me he just doesn’t feel right. I took his temperature and discovered that he ought to be taking care of me! Just kidding, of course. We are probably both feeling the stress of change; I returned to work and he will begin chemo this evening once again. It is so rare that I get sick, and running a fever is highly unusual for me. rest assured, I'll take care of him tonight; his 'not feeling well' is always more serious.
Our whole state of affairs is really just a test to see how much we can bear. Gilly is being forced to accept his limitations and bear tremendous discomfort, and I have to observe what effect this all has on him at every level, and I must learn to deal with our new way of life. I hope to regain my strength soon, but last night and today was tough. Luckily, as I’ve mentioned many times, we are blessed with love and support at every turn.
All night I tossed and turned, trying to put work out of my mind. Swallowing became more and more difficult, and I developed the chills. I couldn’t find the thermometer, but I was sure that something was wrong.
I dropped Gilly off at physio at 8:45, and so began the Palmer shuttle (akin to the Wall street shuffle). My mom picked him up at 9: 45 and dropped him at home.
It was a good thing, because I called the doctor’s office from work and the secretary asked me to come right in; I had the chance to do so because Gilly was being taken care of. I had a strep test, filled a prescription for antibiotics and went back to work. In the meantime, Gilly had his protein scoops in applesauce which i prepared before I left in the morning, then a couple of hours later he warmed some soup for lunch. He managed very well, with a wee bit of long distance prodding on my part.
I have been worrying terribly about a couple of spots on my leg, expecting the worst. I showed them to Dr. Amdursky today and said, "benign" on both counts. I was relived beyond measure. I had been putting off a doctor's visit for a while, scared that I would be diagnosed with some awful disease. What a waste of my energy, and how terribly foolish. I know I'll sleep better tonight (in Yaron's bed, unfortunately, so I don't put Gilly at further risk. I feel a bit selfish wanting my own bed, but I guess it's where I find most comfort when I'm sick. Not a big deal; a tiny sacrifice in comparison to Gilly's ongoing discomfort).
Next stop: dentist. Lisa was kind enough to pick Gilly up and take him to Marvin’s (still needs dental work) for 2:00. I passed by to take him home on my way back from work, mask and all.
Dr. Amdursky told me to stay away from Gilly. I asked how, since we're currently living alone together and I am his primary caregiver. He advised me to wear a mask.
I bought a new thermometer and was not surprised to find that I am running a fever. I feel achy all over. I decided to take it easy tomorrow and stay home from work. I have all my papers, and my good friend Judy will return (she was over this afternoon) to work with me on a long, painstaking task. Together is often so much better, isn’t it?
Gilly came upstairs a few minutes ago to tell me he just doesn’t feel right. I took his temperature and discovered that he ought to be taking care of me! Just kidding, of course. We are probably both feeling the stress of change; I returned to work and he will begin chemo this evening once again. It is so rare that I get sick, and running a fever is highly unusual for me. rest assured, I'll take care of him tonight; his 'not feeling well' is always more serious.
Our whole state of affairs is really just a test to see how much we can bear. Gilly is being forced to accept his limitations and bear tremendous discomfort, and I have to observe what effect this all has on him at every level, and I must learn to deal with our new way of life. I hope to regain my strength soon, but last night and today was tough. Luckily, as I’ve mentioned many times, we are blessed with love and support at every turn.
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