Sometimes Kaiser requires driving. Usually for a good thing. Today, we were on the road to Roseville. No, no, no, not for me. Steve had an appt. at the pain clinic to get an epidural of steroids. It was hard for me to find a seat to wait! I almost yanked off my hat to play the GBM Girl with a baby card, but then, after 20 min, someone left. The wait was very non-kaiser. They ask you to get there 30 min early, then called him in 20 min late. I walked around the inside with Tom, but it is just too blustery for a good walk. Sitting there, on the bench in the building lobby, him in the stroller; I almost laid out on the bench and fed Tom the bottle with my eyes closed. I had no idea how I would get us home.
Steve was a nauseous wreck, but after I ran into Togos (and following the Tom Zavadil method of sitting in my car…sit next to the baby, much more comfortable) we both improved. My dream of running into the Trader Joes (right there in Roseville) was delayed and I basically drove Steve home and made sure he got to the bed ok, then took off to the store. We are disorganized at this point, let me say. Steve valiantly did not take Vicodin in case I needed help. So I dragged a sleepy sweetheart Tom into the market with the list Steve had put together on his phone while I drove, then he emailed it to my phone.
From there, I got back, put groceries away and took Tom to go get Paco. We made it home and Tom tried to nap. Steve was still out so I had to let Tom whine in his crib while I got dinner going (what I would do anyway if alone in the house and the baby were whiny with sleepiness). In the middle of making a quick meal (spaghetti and meatballs, with zucchini) Steve arose surprisingly full of life. I said I could drag both kids to Paco’s soccer practice (I so thought I was too exhausted, but would rally). Steve, somehow, in the recovery found the energy. We ate, I put Tom down at 5:45 and I passed out on the sofa (with my Aunt Joan hat, and 4 layers and a blanket) until 6:22. Oh my goodness. What an incredible nap.
The boys brought me Starbucks (negative point here: cannot drink red wine nor a mocha any more, they now make me cough incessantly). We had a snack as a family with Tom still alseep. It was nice.
Steve got P down (skipping bath due to exhaustion running rampant) and then came out to work. To work. Tom awoke and tok a bottle snuggling as Steve and I chatted. We had quiet time with each kid separately. Tom went down without effort.
Steve said that for the first time in weeks his leg was not numb. Unfortunately, the problem factor we think is: The bike. Paco is on board, he gets that some days will be walks with his dad, or his brother in a stroller. But I, who dislike bicycles, need to step up and collect him by tag-a-long when I can.
Tomorrow is a new day. I am dreading next week, but this week Colleen & Brandon and Mom are all coming out at some point to help me move stuff. Next week is the restart of Temodar for the first week of the month. NOT excited.
Oh, a side note. If your feet and joints hurt, buy new shoes. I am still exhausted and worn out, but my feet and knees are not killing me anymore. I have yet to have time to get to fleet feet to get the good shoes, but a decent pair of New Balance were on sale for $40, at Big 5 in walking distance. So I went ahead. And holy cow. Still exhausted, but the achy breaky part seems to have stopped for a time.
Tomorrow must be an attack the world day. I have laundry to do and boxes from the move to unpack. Need my coats! And a cookbook or two.
I forgot to say this…it is wonderful to have my husband back. I had no idea how much the stress was bothering me or effecting his humor. I thought I was just frustrated. Then he had a huge personality change, walked upright in a few hours. And there was weight off my shoulders. The poor man, what could he be going through when he has to worry about me, the boys and earn a living? He hides it well.