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Mar. 9th, 2018 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
becomingkatePart 2
So Saturday morning my husband went out and got my Rx and some groceries. My son had basketball practice, so my husband took him. Not long after they left, I heard a transformer explode and our power went out. Yay! So all day Saturday and Sunday our power was out. We managed to use the inverter on my husband's truck and keep the basement pump going but it still flooded a little and destroyed our dryer. We plugged the inverter into the fridge for a while too and kept the food cold. Then my husband borrowed his dad's generator and we ran the electric heater for a while. In the middle of Sunday night, it came back on.
My husband...is not a great caretaker. The first day I came home he was already telling me "don't be (his) mom" because I was telling him he needed to write down the times I take my pills instead of expecting me to do it. I guess he thought that was too demanding. He doesn't think to look at my scar to make sure it looks okay and he doesn't know how to support my legs so I can get into bed. I shouldn't have been surprised. I had a baby and was back to taking care of myself when I got home.
I guess, because I had most of my surgeries when I was little, I just expect people to take care of me. I was just disappointed. I kind of thought because of our recent talks about how I need more emotional care and attention, that he would really be trying. But he was snapping at me and my son just like usual. And then yesterday he said, "So how did I do through all that?" and was surprised when I was less than pleased. It sure did not give me confidence for any care I will need in the future. If I'm going to have to go through BS like this more often as I get older, I would like someone who can nurse me back to health. Is that too much to ask?
So, I thought when they said "minor surgery" that I'd be feeling good in a few days. But I decided to take this week off of school, and next week is my spring break so I get another week. I e mailed my professors to let them know and my Math professor replied "Here is the midterm review. I hope you feel better on Thursday!" So yeah...I had to go in for my midterm (and the quiz I missed) yesterday. I was surprised how good I felt about them, which means I either aced them or got them all wrong.
So yeah, that was my week.
Wow.
Date: 2018-03-11 05:19 am (UTC)"Well. when I asked for help on remembering when to take my prescriptions - you said _____. And when I needed help not pulling stitches while getting into bed, you said this _____. So maybe you need to tell me how to tell you stuff since I magically sound like your mother when I'm telling you how to take care of me. Because I am at loss here when it comes to English."
ESPECIALLY THOSE ITEMS OMG!!
But honestly, no one's going to think to look at your scar. Monitoring those is usually on the patient because you see it in multiple ways. You can tell if the itching is the wrong kinda, if the heat from healing is causing a tightness (bad - apply cold compress and gently brush up against it to see if it even thinks about oozing pus). Oh how I remember the cut across my throat being held together with super glue! I had to ask Kevin his opinion on the swelling because I was pretty unsure at times, yet I knew it pained him to even look at my neck.
You're in a house of men - they won't think to look at THEIR OWN surgical areas.
But the first 2 - YEAH GET ON HIS ASS!
I bet you aced the tests.
Re: Wow.
Date: 2018-03-11 02:10 pm (UTC)I can't even imagine an incision across my throat. That's probably worse than one in the abdomen.