Cancer and chemotherapy and radiation and surgeries can make totally minor life activities into far more significant events than they deserve to be.
Yesterday, on the way home from the orthodontist with Emily, I needed to stop and get some money for Sam to take to Scouts for his upcoming camping trip. However, feeling tired and more than a little lazy, I decided to go four blocks out of my way to get to the drive through ATM. I just didn’t feel like getting in and out of the car and standing up to use the money machine.
So I drove up to the ATM, pulled up nice and close, opened the window and reached out with my left arm to put my card in. Bad mistake. Under my left arm is where the worst of the burns are and when I stretched out to reach the machine, my skin split. For a minute I was thinking that I had even heard it happen, but there’s no way it could have been audible…
By then I was stuck. I was too close to the machine to open the door. There was a car behind me, so I couldn’t back up, and the way that driveway is engineered, Emily couldn’t have gotten out on her side either. So I kept my arm out there, hurting just about as much as anything can hurt, finished my transaction and managed to make it home. It’s better this morning, but I’ve kept my arm tight by my side so far today. Last night every time every time I moved it I could feel the split open up again. Radiation is going to be awful, since I have to have my arms up over my head.
Next time I’m going to park my van, get out and walk to the machine. No more drive through fast food, either. I’ve learned the consequences of laziness.