The Next Level of Hell
Yesterday, after suffering for over a week with a sinus infection, Boss finally went to the walk-in clinic in Anderson. He got some anti-biotics to clear up his sinuses...and also got a prescription for Spiriva, given to patients with COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease). I knew what it was for, the minute I saw the name, and thought, "so it's come to this, has it? He's let it go this long". I was shocked, but shouldn't have been. I've lived with this for four years, seeing it spiral downward. Still, having actual evidence of the conditon has hit me really hard, much harder than him, apparently. He got up this morning and had gone through 2 cigarettes before I had time to finish my first cup of coffee.
He still takes Chantix, still does the seeds when he takes a notion, but I'd think that, after yesterday, he'd finally realize it's time to STOP, not just piddle around about it. That's really what's had me so upset today, but trying to make him understand that...well....I doubt it. He's so deep in the River of Denial that he'll probably drown in it, and pull me in with him. I feel sorry for him, but at the same time, I want to beat him senseless, or maybe beat some sense into him.
I don't know; maybe he doesn't realize that COPD is a big deal. I lost a good friend because of it, so to me, it's huge. All I seem to be able to do, is stand and watch. And wait.
