What a fucking day
I woke up this morning to my med alarm and wanted to sleep longer. That wasn’t to be as the surgeon’s office called me and told me they had an opening at 11 for me to come in. I wanted my side looked at because it was bigger and I didn’t want a huge scar. They packed it off and now I will have a nurse come to the house to help me with changing the bandages. I want to shower one of the times before the nurse comes so that I can be really clean. Surgeon says I can shower, I just can’t swim or go to a hot tub. I still am under restrictions in lifting things. I can’t pick up anything heavier than a gallon of milk.
After the appointment, I went and picked up my prescriptions I have been waiting for all week. I don’t know what the problem is. Seems like the last few times I have had refills or orders, I had to call to get them ready for pick up. I hope I don’t have to do this for all my prescriptions. They used to be pretty good within a day of asking for a refill.
I came home and was in my room when my sister took a nutty with the bandages and stuff I left in the bathroom. I don’t know what the fuck her problem is. Then when asking me what I was going to wear for the services, my sister (same one) asks me if I am going to shave. No, I am not shaving. WTF. Totally pissed me off.
I am still feeling wicked sad. Today I felt some happiness about my chest but it is so hard to sort through the sadness. I listened to a message she left me a couple of weeks ago just to hear her voice. I miss her so much. I didn’t think I would but I do. For better or worse she was my mother. I am just happy that in the last month of her life she called me son. I know it must not have been easy for her. But I am proud she did it. It changed how I feel about her in the last month of her life. It also made it easier to care for her. I miss her so much.
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