Just a little vent (husband is sick)
I am so tired, so utterly exhausted I don't know where to begin. I guess I'll start with my husband being sick... since I put that in the title.
In the 8 years I have been with my husband he has been prone to bouts of vomitting that can last 3 or 4 days and take him weeks to recover from. When we first got together he told me that it had been happening for a year or 2 and the doctors keep telling him nothing is wrong. Frustrated I took him to a naturopath who told us it was his liver. He gave my husband a heap of tablets, charged him a small fortune and sent him on his way. Since then we have been running off that assumption. Being in hospitality his hours have been shocking and I have been working on him slowly over time to increase his healthy food intake (researching liver friendly foods) and getting him to slowly cut down his alcohol consumption (he's down from a 6 pack a day to maybe 2 6 packs a week). I haven't gotten anywhere on trying to get him to quit smoking, but well I'm not a miracle worker. But no matter what I do he keeps getting sick. This is his second bad bout this year, though he has come home from work sick (just for the day) 6 times in the last 3 months. I don't have the money right now to take him to the doctor and he refuses to go to the hospital. He's lost 4 kilos (nearly 9 lbs) in just over 3 days. When ever i have taken him to the hospital in the past for this they try to treat the vomitting but have no interest in trying to get to the bottom of it. We have been to 4 different GPs trying to get someone to sit up and take notice that this isn't right. It seems like no one cares. I spend days while my husband is at work and my son is at school wondering if he's going to leave me a young widow (yes I married him knowing that this is a possibility. I am hoping for us to grow old and crippled together. As long as we can still hear music, we'll be happy. )
It's also school holidays here and having my son home from school and my husband home from work while I am out of anti depressants (my son destroyed my script and I already mentioned the lack of money for doctors). It's been a week now. I am not in a good mind set, but I keep reminding myself why (extra stress, no meds and no space to crank the stereo...) I am mostly ok. I may end up killing my cat though if he doesn't shut the f**k up!!! Unfortunately he's an anxious little thing too and doesn't like it when I'm unsettled. Also unfortunate is the fact that he copes with this by being very very very vocal and between his capacity for whinging and my sons ability to ask the same question 3 times a minute for half an hour at a time, I don't have much space for sanity left.
Well that feels a bit better. I might go curl up with a book (and maybe even find some head phones) for half an hour.
'People are never perfect but love can be. People waste time looking for the perfect lover rather than creating the perfect love' - Princess Leigh-Cheri from Still Life With Woodpecker.