D is for discomfort…..and darvocet....

Judi’s been struggling with some nasty side effects.  She’s horribly, horribly bloated—enough that she’s short of breath and “in discomfort.”  I say ‘discomfort’ because she won’t admit to pain.  She has pain pills but whenever I ask her if she’s in pain she says, “well, I have discomfort.”  The woman is tough----actually she’s like my mother who ALSO refuses to take pain pills.  So now I say, “o.k., since you have discomfort, why don’t you take a DISCOMFORT pill?”  She has finally gotten ‘uncomfortable’ enough that she agrees to take discomfort pills.  Just don’t make the mistake of calling them PAIN pills!

She had a sonogram on Tuesday but I went ahead and talked to the Cancer Center on New Year’s Eve because she was so miserable. So instead of waiting until next Friday, she will go in on Monday to see Dr. Graham and they’ve tentatively scheduled a paracentesis to drain some of the fluid.  Hopefully that will make her feel much more comfortable.  I’m not crazy about taking off time my first day back to work but I need to be with her for any procedures.

This evening we were sitting downstairs in our messy and chaotic house and Judi called from upstairs to go look at the sunset.  It was gorgeous tonight and it was such a treat to have Judi point it out to us.