Betty was supposed to go to the doc today if she wasn't better. Well, how exactly do you figure the subtlties of "better"? So it was decided that she would see the doctor and HE could decide if she was better or not. Little Jewel didn't need to be around sick people at only 5 weeks. Betty's caregiver called in DREADFULLY ill today, and so by default I took her to the doc. Her oxygen levels are up a bit, her blood pressure is low, and the doc has put her on Mucinex from now onward.
I am frustrated beyond belief at the moment. Sometime on Christmas day my keys got picked up with the trash, or lost somehow / someway that I don't understand. However, I had a spare set, and I've been using them. In the shuffle with the cars today, somehow, someway my chemo-soaked brain allowed me to lose my back-up set of car keys for my house and truck. I backtracked to the three places that I had been to ---- nada. How can I lose both sets of my keys (to EVERYTHING) in the matter of three weeks? I don't understand it. All the other keys are easy to replace, but my truck will have to be towed to the dealership to have a key "programmed" for it -- their computer has to talk to the truck computer. This is just .......ing unbelievable! I'm so tired, congested, disgusted, frustrated and sick in body and heart that I wimped out of EfM tonight and I've been able to go all through chemo except for once, I think. I feel like I'm just going crazy.....ok, well maybe crazier.
Gosh, between my own coughing and congestion and my stress right now, I'm flat as a flitter exhausted. St. Anthony: I'm calling out to you. Please help me to find one of my sets of keys, please!