infection

Another one! Bacterial. It’s a bad one.
When the results came in I started to shake. PTSD much? Amy looked pale yesterday and her urine smelled like ammonia so, I’m not surprised. A bit of a panic trying to find someone to give her a prescription because the urologist doesn’t work Friday so she went directly to the pharmacist who can access her results and gave her what she needed.

Hopefully, this will fix her up until surgeon can decide what to do. He has referred her to a different specialist to see if he can do the surgery for the indwelling stent. No idea how long that wait will be.

Me? Edgy, low, easily irritated and lonely. I’m reading a book where a character talks about having lost all her support as she dies from cancer. At least I have my therapist and my caregivers group. The group people are starting a buddy program. People will be hooked up with a buddy so we can connect on a more personal level. Amy and I are friendly but I’ve stopped telling her how I feel.

One thing that is rarely talked about is how caregivers can sometimes shut down. Gone are the days when I would panic plan, clean and cook and be ready and organized for the next surgery. Now, I simply don’t care how the house looks. However, today I got a burst of energy and washed the inside of all the windows, had a shower, ran the vacuum, watered the plants, started the dishwasher and I’m very proud!
thank you to the person that liked my last post. It means a lot that someone is listening.