The dude is crabby today. Has been a couple times this week, very snappy and biting in responses to me – very unusual for him to be crabby more than a couple of times a month much less in a week. I’m walking around on eggshells again today (finally went shopping to get out of the house and give him some alone time). He told me he’s just sick and tired of everything and that he’s allowed to be that way because he’s human, so fuck it. Um. Yes, that’s true, dear. I asked if there’s anything I can do for him and he said no. I don’t ever ask more than once, if he wants something he’ll answer the first time, not a hem and hawwer and I refuse to coddle him.
He’s decided to tell the oncologist that he’s not going to take Zometa anymore unless they can tell him it’s really going to make a difference. Makes him feel like shit – used to be he felt just tired when it was 4 weeks apart for that part of his treatment, now it’s 6 weeks and he’s not only tired but his leg becomes painful. I think it’s too long in between those treatments and that’s why he’s reacting the way he is. But I’m not a doctor and so he needs to touch base with Dr. Rousey on that one.
TB has been enjoying the sunshine we’ve had lately, that improves his mood greatly. What doesn’t (aside from the cancer crap) is the winds we’ve had for a week or so but fortunately those have died down so maybe now his mood will improve again. Cross your fingers.
NOTE TO EMMA:
I’m crossing my fingers and sending big hugs and prayers your way in hopes that P’s new treatment (if he’s able to start it) will go better than expected. Keep me posted, okay?? Something HAS to work!! 🙂