All sympathies, Daniel.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
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Because it deserves a separate posts:
Connie, all ~ma for your husband.
Oh Connie, it sounds like they are on top of things at that place. I hope that they get things under control quickly. ~ma~ma~ma
Sending lots of ~ma for your hubby and you, Connie.
Hubby just called, he's nauseous and annoyed and complaining about the rude things they do to you in an ICU. No more wandering blithely around with all the equipment poked into him.
This issue is within the bounds of possibility for what he's going through. I guess we couldn't sail through on useful Viking mutations forever.
I understand that bone marrow therapy can be kind of a roller coaster, but I hope hubby only has a few of these scares. Cancer treatment reminds me of the title of Perri Klass's book about her time in med school, Not an Entirely Benign Procedure. As I recall, it came from the way one of her teachers described a treatment that could be hell on the patient.
I can't imagine how bad this would be if he had to use someone else's bone marrow.
All the ~ma to your husband, Connie.
Why do so many of Hubby's friends annoy me so? He chats a lot with the wife of a friend, and he says she's funny and intelligent, but I've always found her vague and frustrating. She sent me a facebook message to call her when I get a chance. I don't want to! I don't want to talk to people I rarely talk to, I know she just wants to be encouraging and helpful and say nice things to me, and the very idea makes me want to shriek and bite. I know I should talk to more people around me, that I may need their help some time in the future, but I have no common ground with her. This is why I love computers, I can communicate at my own pace, but people with social skills like to exchange voices.
I'm going to die alone and the cats will eat me. I think I'm content with that, if the other option is to force myself into social interaction I don't want.
I'm going to die alone and the cats will eat me. I think I'm content with that, if the other option is to force myself into social interaction I don't want.
This has been my choice also.
I'm sorry, Connie.