So…where was I yesterday?
Oh yes, Monday.
It was a busy day.
We had to be at my brother’s specialist at eight.
All is forgiven.
He was wonderful.
About the same age as my kids but, I believe, he is brilliant.
He was quiet and gentle and understanding.
I might just adopt him.
Apparently, the paranoia and aggression is a side effect of the tumour. This doesn’t make it any easier but I must try to be more understanding.
Without letting him milk his situation.
The paranoia is the worst.
He might dream something and it becomes his reality.
Nothing you say can get it out of his mind.
From the doctor I took him to the clinic for his two weekly injection.
Dropped him off at home and rushed off to work.
Then I went to meet my new doctor.
Who I am not sure IS going to be my new doctor.
I might give him one more chance.
Also a young guy.
Who was taken aback by my sense of humour.
But he might learn.
I miss my sexy doc.
He was the best.
Then, in the evening, I cooked a huge pot of seafood mix.
You know…the stuff with crab, mussels and baby octopus.
And other strange bits and pieces.
My Dad had never had it.
His eyesight is not too good.
And I had to identify everything he put in his mouth.
Supper took a while.
And I lied about some of it.
But he ate it all.
And we had the leftovers again tonight!
Now my bed is calling me.
I was on my own at work today.
I am tired.