Thursday, February 9, 2023

Wednesday is immunotherapy BCG treatment day. The tall man drives me in his big comfortable car. The nurse is kind and gentle as she inserts the medicine into my bladder. At home, I swallow pain pills and the pills do their job well. After many clinic visits during these last two year, I finally understand my role as a urology clinic patient.

The clinic has improved, or maybe it’s me.  Three new doctors and many more nurses.  They seem confident in their work. The clinic is alive with meaningful activity.  I don’t know if their phone system is better yet.

I watched a lot of bad TV Wednesday afternoon while feeling spacy from medication.  This morning I am alive an alert, no need for more pain pills or daytime TV.

My PG&E bill arrives and is staggeringly high. Up over 300% from last year at this time.  I have to redo my budget thinking to accommodate the inflation. I will start applying for low income senior discounts. I am entering the post epidemic age with the rest of the middle class families.