I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
It is as people say, you've got a plate full.
Things can be going just okay, and add a con for a bf for DD, or in my case, an estranged Mil who fell, and any routine or stability gets put on hold.
We are almost blowing up around here today.
It is disconcerting at the least, I think. If I could think straight.
How are you sleeping?
Do you think your dH is ready for med reminders?
He will have new neuropsych testing this summer; we will see if IQ and skills are stable or what.
His intelligence hasn't changed. His judgment has. That's the hard thing.
Thing is, I usually have more ability to deal with this. Since Middle Daughter is off in LaLa land with online ex-con boyfriend...I haven't enough brain cells to deal with all of this. Thank you for listening.
I just tested to see if you still have the Whoops tech error cat, and yes, you do.
Strange things happened tonight with my posting, so I logged off, turned off my computer, and logged back in.
That is a serious diagnosis, hard to take. Just when you may think the dH is getting better, the behaviors change, again. It may not be the same for you, but I hear you!
Regroup your thinking after a good night's sleep, take a day to care for you.
Hugs every morning can keep the two of you on a friendly basis during the harder days, imo. You can try it.
My dH is doing exercise videos live from Silver Sneakers.
Just yesterday, his b/p is creeping back up. Not really abnormal, but higher.
I know if he reports to his doctor, she will increase his meds to one full tablet daily, he is only taking 1/2. I prefer he decreases his stress, maybe stop talking to his Mom for awhile---very stressful!
You will take care, and please be encouraged still, there is hope. imo.
He says "oh, I stopped taking that". (!%$#@/??????).
Why? Well, it seems he didn't recall why he was taking it and just decided to stop it.
It's been a long day of polite discussions and silence. This is not going well.
He said he would contact his/our doc to discuss but I sent the doc an email to make sure.
I was so annoyed by the questionnaires that I would ask LOUDLY to my parents, both were hard of hearing, questions I didn't know. Just out of spite, I asked Mom [90+] if she was currently pregnant :P I am sure the others in the waiting room got a chuckle out of that.
Then I found a solution to all these chipboard multi-page questionnaires. I would just make a diagonal line across the page and write in big letters SAME AS LAST TIME on each sheet.
Six confirmations! Geez, something is wrong there. All that paperwork is a drag. Good thing you are looking for a different podiatrist. I hope you find one who is better organized. So you can literally vote with your feet!
I already have a call in to new podiatrist.
Me: Mom what happened?
Mom: I never had to do this before. I didn't know what to do so I improvised.
Me: 😶
That must be horribly annoying to have your stepson monitoring your every move.
Was he always like this or is it because he’s not feeling well due to recovering from surgery? Is he in pain?
You have enough on your plate caring for your husband without dealing with his son. Do you have any outside help so you can take a break for awhile?
I'm like you, I chose not to spend my precious time with negative and complaining people. Life is way too short.
I hope he goes home soon(like tomorrow.)
Eating the proper food is crucial. Sounds like your daughter has to monitor what she eats all the time.
My daughter misses her favorite foods but knows that it isn’t worth endangering her health and the suffering afterwards.
There is a family that moved in across the street about two years ago. One of the men living there has an obnoxious muffler on his black mustang. That drives me crazy and scares me half the time when he starts that car. And this isn't a young man, I think he is probably in his 30's.
my whine is that i was stupid and slipped on loose road material while on my daily break/walk. i broke my humerus and even though its totally broken, the 2 pieces are "close enough" for them to leave it to repair itself in a sling. i didn't even know that was a thing. they send you home with pain pills and "see you next week".
i drive my son to his chemo every two weeks, i need to heal fast - or at least be able to drive.
It makes me feel better knowing that she will get extra prayers.
Sometimes, I envision my mom and dad praying for her in heaven. Maybe that’s silly. I don’t know.
My parents adored my girls. I don’t have grandchildren but I see how special it is from others. Plus, I was extremely blessed to have wonderful grandparents. I cherish my memories of them.
It is hard. Overall I think she is brave or simply used to it all, if you know what I mean. I know that she gets scared sometimes.
It breaks my heart. She can’t eat certain foods. I cook certain ways to accommodate her Crohn’s disease and diabetes when she visits.
She is constantly trying to balance her diabetes too. It’s challenging for sure. She feels like crap so much of the time. I hate it. All I can do is pray for her and try to offer support. She doesn’t complain often so when she does say something I know that she’s going through a really tough time.
Please say a prayer for her if you don’t mind.