Daughter Saves The Day

Mr. Skittles is having his first colonoscopy tomorrow so today is his day of starvation. He's already tiring of chicken broth. I don't blame him. I remember the two times I've been through this.

As the day has drawn closer and closer though my panic level has risen and risen. I have to go out. There is no choice involved. I feel like a shit wife for even worrying about it. My panic and agoraphobia aren't things I can just drop when they're inconvenient to have. They are with me all the time. And having no choice makes them worse.

So.. instead of being the loving and caring wife, I've been sitting here worrying about myself. UGH. How will I manage? What if I can't???? He has to have a ride home and cannot drive himself. I found myself wondering how much a taxi would cost. Double UGH.

Then I had an idea. One of those save the day kind of ideas. An outside chance to be sure but it was worth a shot. I called my daughter and asked her if she would come over and drive him there. She made a few arrangements and is now driving three hours across the state to do so.

A huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Now I can go if I feel up to it, but don't HAVE to. I don't have to drive which was my biggest worry. (Leaving the house was the second worry.)

Daughter saves the day.