@Robert Gentel,
Quote:Did you bother to put yourself in their shoes?
ok, put yourself in these shoes robert.
for the last 7 or 9 years I've had to call 911 more times than I can remember, sat up countless nights in hospital waiting rooms and outside of ICU wards, pretty much convinced I'd be a widow in a few hours. Gotten calls from the police when he's had a drug interaction while driving and endangered himself and others around him. Watched someone go from a robust muscled lean man to a ******* walking skeleton. watch him deal with chronic pain 24/7/365 a year. Gone through just shy of a million bucks worth of medical coverage. Have to regularly monitor his activities so he doesn't fall. Given up on any sexual activity. Watch as others look at him like a drug addict because sometimes getting totally wasted on oxycontin is the only way he can cope. Dealth with his major depression over the loss of almost everything that made him feel like a man. Watched steady hands with a strong grip grow shaky and clumsy with swollen joints and drug side effects. Basically watch the man who built the roof over our head, raised a child to responsible adulthood by working 16 hour days for years on end become an old man.
I never sleep through the night because at least twice I have to wake up and help him roll over into some position where he can at least rest, if not sleep. I get up at 5am to make sure all his meds are in order, and that food is prepared for him, because if he has to fix something, he'll just go without.
So robert, if you want to make comments because you need to make a point about how mean and awful I am, go right ahead. I eat others negative judgements of me for snacks, because they're sweeter than the reality I live in.
You know what? In spite of, or because of all this, I'm a happy person. Talk about carpe diem.
so walk around in my shoes for awhile robert, just don't walk through any dog **** before you give them back to me. I've got enough to take care of already.
Well gee, it looks like it's time for me to stop by the house before I go back to the hospital. I gotta pick up his meds, and stop somewhere to get something he may want to eat. Maybe he'll be able to come home tomorrow. Maybe he'll have to have a 2nd surgery, and we'll get to go through all this again.
weee.....
You know what? I can't wait to see him. Because he loves me, and I love him.
I'll say it again, miller better not be working tonight, cause I just got in a bad mood.