As for me no matter how sick and weak I was I made sure I showered daily, brushed my teeth morning noon and night, got dressed into at least clean sweatsuit but other than getting out for my daily treatment I pretty much stayed home. I never drove a motor vehicle while I was on any pain management!
At one point I secluded myself for a couple weeks because I had doubts that I would pull through. I felt ashamed to let our son and his wife see me this way too. But my wife put her foot down and insisted that I get out of that room and sit with her because I couldn’t die on her. That kind of snapped me out of my slump but I still didn’t get out much.
I was a Deputy Sheriff K-9 handler/trainer so I did get outside to spend time with my K-9 partner daily, he missed me for sure. Due to me sleeping in a spare room during treatments (because I was in the bathroom so much to pee) my wife insisted that I bring my dog Drago(Belgian Malinois) inside with me at night….this was against our department policy but since I was forced into disability I figured what the heck!
Drago was so excited to come into our house but the first night I woke up to a white room; I turned on the light to see why it was white and found a room full of feathers from the remains of a king size feather pillow 🪿🪽🪽🪽🪽lol.
My parents were staying with us from out of state and they were a huge help which also allowed my wife to continue working.
Each night at 7:00 sharp Drago would begin a low drawn out howl. That was my cue to put our pets to bed with my wife, I would head to bed while my dad went out to get Drago. Drago would pee, head to the door, run in full speed, jump into bed, lick my face off, tuck his head under my arm and stay there all night if I didn’t move…I’m crying right now 😢🐕. My department eventually came and took Drago from me which is another sad story.
Anyway, sorry for the long story but that was my experience.

MOJO