4 weeks ago
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Cancer gramps has had some doozies lately. There was the albeanos aka people who are Albino. There are any number of inappropriate conversations about "why the hell it's so difficult for a dr. to stay on schedule, I've been back there I know how it works, it's not that difficult to run this place" "that guy is such an asshole." Um... asking his oncologist to marry him, when she's already married and 50 years his junior.
I now bring you the "wacky pill" aka "the wack." Cancer gramps has a bad case of all the following: claustrophobia and allergies to the following: sickness, illness, waiting, sitting, standing, eating, and breathing. He also has battles with surgical tape where he actually threatened to kill the next person to take tape off him, and water.
As you can imagine, these are all items that occur with great frequency during cancer treatment and life. So after the time he begged my mother to hit him with a hammer and then threatened to run out into traffic while waiting for chemo, his doc has recommended something for anxiety.
The wacky pill as he calls it. Hooray for advances in mental health!!! I apologize in advance for my 83 year old Cancer gramps setting mental health back good 20 or 30 years.
Cancer gramps refuses to call the wacky anything other than "the wacky." Not the anti anxiety pill, the calming pill, the name of the drug, nope, just hand him "the wacky."
Because he refuses to call it anything else, (we the family), doctors and nurses, grit our teeth and talk about the wacky.
To be fair the man is 83 years old, his daughter just died of the same disease he has. His dog, the only tactile reminder he has of his wife of 50 some old years, is blind in both eyes, and fell in the pool. The dog then had to be rescued by my grandfather @ 3 in the morning.
I figure let's wack away, hand them out, lord knows we could all use a good chillout.
I now bring you the "wacky pill" aka "the wack." Cancer gramps has a bad case of all the following: claustrophobia and allergies to the following: sickness, illness, waiting, sitting, standing, eating, and breathing. He also has battles with surgical tape where he actually threatened to kill the next person to take tape off him, and water.
As you can imagine, these are all items that occur with great frequency during cancer treatment and life. So after the time he begged my mother to hit him with a hammer and then threatened to run out into traffic while waiting for chemo, his doc has recommended something for anxiety.
The wacky pill as he calls it. Hooray for advances in mental health!!! I apologize in advance for my 83 year old Cancer gramps setting mental health back good 20 or 30 years.
Cancer gramps refuses to call the wacky anything other than "the wacky." Not the anti anxiety pill, the calming pill, the name of the drug, nope, just hand him "the wacky."
Because he refuses to call it anything else, (we the family), doctors and nurses, grit our teeth and talk about the wacky.
To be fair the man is 83 years old, his daughter just died of the same disease he has. His dog, the only tactile reminder he has of his wife of 50 some old years, is blind in both eyes, and fell in the pool. The dog then had to be rescued by my grandfather @ 3 in the morning.
I figure let's wack away, hand them out, lord knows we could all use a good chillout.
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