I’m going to take a moment to look on the bright side, knock on wood and then I’ll resume my regularly scheduled bitching. Cool? Cool.
I’m somehow keeping my head above water and my ass out of the hospital, other than visiting the person whose ass happens to be trapped in the hospital.
He’s so gorked on drugs, he has conversations with me that are extensions of dreams. I have no idea what the fuck he’s talking about. The less he remembers about this experience, the better. He’s still refusing to get out of bed, but I enabled him by bringing him his piss bucket. I’ve had separated ribs and a fractured sternum (remind me to ask for help while disassembling furniture), but never a split sternum and all ribs jacked up at the same time.
Why am I the only person here who understands how much pain he’s in? His Mom is flipping out over the PCA and keeps telling the nurses they need to disconnect it. Fuck that. Who cares if he falls asleep during RT and wakes up without remembering what he was doing? I don’t mind telling him to keep working on it when he wakes up. What I don’t want is his BP going up and him barfing or passing out from pain.
It was a short day for me. He was beyond exhausted, so I decided to leave early because he kept apologizing for sleeping while I was there. Hopefully Harpy leaves him alone tonight. Her hovering drives me insane. Yet another reason to leave. I’m either a good wife, or a terrible one for not being with him 24/7. I know when I’m in the hospital, I don’t want visitors. Between nurses and doctors, it’s just too many people to deal with.
That’s not exclusive to hospitalizations either. I am DONE with people right now. My Mom is wonderful, but she’s annoying the shit out of me. And his parents? Kill me already. I can’t take it anymore. Seriously. I’m feeling extremely imbalanced. Releeeeease meeeeee.