I’m the bad guy, but not the cool version that Billie Eilish sings about, the one that annoys 73 year old women and make them avoid you like the plague.
I am sick of being the bad guy…
- the one who has to question why my nom still has medicine in her Mon AM pill slot on Monday evening
- the one who has to obsess about what she is eating 24 hours before a scheduled PET scan because of the required no carb, no sugar diet restriction.
- the one who has to cancel the PET scan the evening before because her blood sugar dipped too low, forcing her to eat carbs / sugar for a quick fix
- the one who has to ask her if she’s gotten out of bed and walked around when your sister says she’s in pain and can’t move in the bed
- the one who has to repeatedly answer the same questions because she either has chemo brain fog or dementia or “doesn’t pay attention to what I say” (her words not mine)
Thoughts that have crossed my mind today…
- Uninstalling the LibreLinkUp app and just live in blissful ignorance about my mom’s blood sugar.
- Not monitoring her diet before her PET Scan scheduled for next Monday and letting the results be what they are, even if it ends up being erroneous.
- Running away (just kidding, 🤔)
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