Ex's Brain Radiation, Day 9 of 15

The Ex seemed a little more himself today. He made Eggs Benedict (of all things!), for breakfast and served me at my desk (a 2x4-ft folding table against a window in the livingroom). It was delicious.

Radiation went smoothly and Ex announced his plans for grocery shopping after his treatment.

The Ex lives for grocery shopping. He takes his coupons and scrutinizes every label, assessing each product's value as if the can would explode and kill half the population if the selection turns out not to be the absolute best value on the shelf.


Lucky for me, there was a Steinmart next door. I got him into the grocery and hooked up to a cart with four round wheels, and off I went in the other direction -- away from the foods and exploding cans.

Imagine my good fortune to find a small, handheld, battery powered MEGAPHONE! On sale, no less! I tried it out right there in the store. I turned it on and whispered into it... testing, testing, testing... now hear this!

SOLD!

It was a fun find and we might find it useful later.

Ex said all day he was going to make chili, but he ran out of steam and I served shrimp instead.

Later, he munched on peanut butter and jelly. No bread, mind you. Just peanut butter and jelly on a spoon. Unfortunately, the jelly almost killed him tonight.

As he was returning the jelly to the refrigerator, he dropped the jar and it broke. As broken jars go, shattered jars of jelly with lid and label sort of stick together. It's nasty, glass-filled goo, but as cleanups go, it's better than ... gee, I dunno... salsa or pickled beets?

I heard the crash and ran in for the rescue, just as the Ex was standing on the edge of our kitchen, which has stairs DOWN to the entry way.

Teetering on the stairs, one hand on the rail, the broom in the other... i grabbed his shirt just as he fell backward.

With both of us stable, I'm afraid I must have screamed at him. "You are taking too many chances. If you think getting around is hard now, you just wait until you fall and break your hip! Now give me that broom, get your cane and GO SIT DOWN!"

Damn. That felt better than it should have.

Ex snapped up his cane and huffed off like a herd of turtles. I think he was probably mad, but by the time I got the floor swept and mopped, he seemed pleased that he'd tricked me into cleaning the kitchen floor.

Right.

I'm glad we don't have radiation tomorrow, but we DO have to go to Sam's -- for what, I am not sure. Doesn't matter. If he has the will to go there, I will be there to drive him. We probably need a gallon jar of grape jelly.

More on Monday. Thank you for your prayers and support.