A Real Shot In The Arm

 Well,

Leiney and I got our second round of the Moderna mRNA COVID-19 vaccine yesterday at the Everett Clinic in Mill Creek.

My injection hurt a great deal.  And today, my arm hurts at least as much as it hurt after receiving  the first dose in January. Otherwise, I don't have any symptoms, I don't think.  I am achy all over, but that may be from shoveling snow.

She's Gone 

Here is a pattern.  When Jenny feels good, she isn't here.  This morning she walked around Green Lake with Kathy Schmidt.  She came home for a bit, and I shaved her head and she cut my hair.  Then, she left for a massage at Marianne's and then Murray, Marianne and she were planning to have soup, presumably on Marianne's front porch. 

I expect the rest of the week and next to repeat this pattern, as Jenny moves into the second week of a hiatus from chemo while she gets vaccinated. She will wait another two weeks before she again receives chemotherapy--Feb 25.

Yesterday morning, I had quite the scare. Jenny woke up early, around 7, experiencing tremendous pain in her hips. I had been up since 5.  She wanted an oxy, but needed food first. After making Jenny breakfast, I brought her the oxy she wanted.  She was still in serious discomfort.  She decided to take a bath. I ran it for her, and realizing we have vastly different temperature expectations, brought her in for quality control.  She cranked up the hot water, got into the bath, and I left. About 30 minute later, I thought it was oddly quiet in the bathroom. I went to check on her. She was sound asleep. It took me saying her name loudly 3 times to wake her. I helped her out of the tub, helped dry her off, and then helped her down the hall to her bed. I covered her up, put a hat on her head, turned the lights off and let her quickly fall back to sleep. Pretty damn glad I checked on her.

I hate this pain of rejection, but worse, I don't understand how she can just keep carrying on this affair knowing how deeply it hurts me. She loves how much I dote on her, e.g. thanking me over and again yesterday for taking such good care of her. And still, she persists.

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