Today was the quickest trip ever. No one forgot our names, we didn't have to wait, I was able to get back to work with only about an hour break.
The Ex had a rough day, though, I think. We are finally out of oxycodone -- there is none in our community anywhere. He started the Duragesic patch last night, actually insisted on two, but I was able to peel one off of him after he fell asleep.
Today, every time he sits down, he nods off. Let's not forget he is still driving all over town for his job! He says he doesn't have the problem when he's working, but I asked, "what about when sitting at stop lights?!" I don't like this part. Not one bit.
His speech is slurred today. I noticed it when he was on the phone with tech support over an issue with his technician's hand-held device this morning. It is still slurred tonight, but he started a course of cocktails shortly after returning home from work for the day. He also seems to be experiencing hot flashes, but that could be the alcohol. (Or maybe he's reaching menopause!).
He's never hungry, lately, but he always eats if I put a plate in front of him. Tonight he enjoyed the hamloaf I made and served with broccoli & cauliflower and tater tots. He asked why I never made hamloaf before. I made it all the time when we were married; he's forgotten all about that. That kind of made me sad, but I didn't take it too hard.
I'm starting to get a little homesick. I miss my husband. He treats me like a queen, waiting on me hand and foot. I've been the waiter rather than the waitee for a couple weeks now, and I don't mind it; we do what we have to do. But let the journal show here and now -- I miss my husband.
We have one more radiation treatment this week: tomorrow. On the way, we are going to visit an MRI place to see if we can find a machine the Ex can tolerate for that brain scan. I have mixed feeling about the brain scan. I'm almost afraid to know. A positive result will change the treatment plan and final scenario significantly.
No, I don't like any of this. Not one bit!