Emotions are running high 'round here lately. One moment I want to scream and pull my hair out because people are discussing 'trivial' or silly things. Next minute I'm yelling, "Enough with the cancer talk! Lighten things up, would ya'? Why do we have to be so serious??"
So in an effort to lighten things up...
I have found retail therapy to be immensely soothing lately! Shopping is medicinal. If Target is my hospital then superfulous purchases are my medicine! (I should have Aetna reimburse me for some of this stuff!)
My favorite part of shopping is showing Terry what I bought. But yesterday I'd already unpacked my purchases long before he got home from work. So I verbally ran through my list of goodies, starting first by telling him that I'd tried really hard not to buy anything we didn't need.
"I got you some undershirts, a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. The boys both needed new shoes. Oh, and I got me an outfit for chemo."
He didn't hear anything I said after that. He was too busy laughing at my need to purchase a chemo outfit. I didn't think it was that weird. I want to be comfortable and having some new comfy clothes would cheer me up, right? Admit it ladies- you'd buy a new outfit for your first chemotherapy treament too, right? It's not so odd, right? Right. :)