Road Bump

For many days, Jay's confusion comes and goes. Last week was rough as his magnesium level was low. He had labs on Wednesday with a two hour infusion. Dr. F. wanted to check him again on Thursday and magnesium was ok. On Friday, he had a labs, Dr. F and chemo. Dr. F  is very caring and took great pains to alleviate his worries about his pending death. She also said that the Erbitux can very likely cause confusion. Eased my mind a bit and did wonders for Jay.  She wants to see how this stuff is working so he'll have a PET scan on March 12th.  Off to chemo.  Since they give him a nice does of Benadryl he sleeps through it and it typically takes around an hour. Labs came back and magnesium was low so another two hours with getting that back up.  Dr. F prescribed magnesium oxide [prescription strength] as the OTC didn't seem to be working.

The rest of the weekend was pretty good - he even remembered my birthday was Sunday but forgot to buy me a card.  That was totally fine as we've ordered me a new car!

On Monday, he seemed to be in pretty good shape so I told him I was going to go pick up his prescription and then head to the Mall for some much needed retail therapy.  He said since Walmart is so close, he'd get the prescription. I typically don't like him to drive but he really wanted to and sometimes it gives him a much-needed sense of worth, so I told him he could. I asked him to pick up a loaf of bread and peanut butter [his fall back sandwich].
  
When I got home [after about 2 hours] his garage door was open. I went into the house and began unloading groceries from my car. He came into the kitchen and said he was whipped. I asked if he'd gotten the bread and he said he did. Since it wasn't where it was normally kept, I asked him where he put it - he said he didn't remember.  I saw no peanut butter either so I asked if he'd gotten the prescription - he said he did.  Since I take care of all his meds, I asked him to please bring it to me. After about 10 minutes he came back into the kitchen and said he couldn't find it. I looked in the back of the car and there was the bread but nothing else. We started searching his office - no luck.  We tore his office apart - no luck. I then thought he might have laid the items on his bed [why not] and what to my wondering eyes should appear hidden at the side of his bed!!!  THREE boxes of chocolate malt balls in the half gallon size, a HUGE Hershey's chocolate, a box of cookies and a box of palmiers, but no prescription.  On the other side of his bed, and found a bag with a jar of Jif and ONE can of soup - no prescriptions.  We spent the next nearly two hours searching and re-searching. I even called Walmart to make sure he'd picked it up - he had. I then called Stran, Dr. F's nurse, and left a message telling her our dilemma. He said he REMEMBERS it was in a white cloth bag [?] and he REMEMBERS putting it under my bed [why wouldn't he] but it wasn't there. In a little while Stran called back and said she'd resubmitted the prescription and in a very short time, we got the Walmart call letting us know it was ready.  All this happened prior to me having taken my Zoloft so stress level was VERY high.

Lesson learned: Jay just can't be trusted!

I SO deserve that new car!!!