2012 has been pretty rough, as has Christmas (another moany thread here...
My mum has just called to talk about my very unwell Nan, who has dementia and is getting progressively worse. As DH and I work in Mental Health, she's leaning on us a lot for support with this. I feel like I was snappy and short with her because I'm so stressed, but didn't explain it very well so she's Not Best Pleased I think.
MIL died in July, discovered on 23rd Dec that beloved FIL has terminal cancer with not long left, at all. He is currently in hospital 4 hour round trip away.
I went to the hospital today with DS (1 year old), alone as DH working nights last night and tonight, where FIL has days, maybe a few weeks at a push left, to discovered ward has Norovirus and hence I could visit but DS couldn't enter the ward. Mananged to get nurse to watch him for 20 minutes while I went in, but FIL very upset not to be able to play with DS other than a few minutes in the hospital corridor. He wants to come home, to die basically.
Get home to very stressed DH - FIL had a trial run at home a few weeks back after being in a community hospital nursing home type thing for 3 weeks because of 'labyrinthitis' and loss of sensation in left side (that'd be the 4 bloody great secondary cancers in his brain then, thanks for that GP who did NOTHING for over 8 weeks bar admit him to nursing home - no investigations, eventual referal to ENT...). This was before we knew about cancer - trial run lasted 6 hours before he fell and hit panic alarm. Hospital knew immediately it wasn't labyrinthitis, hence scans etc and diagnosis.
DH frightened about what will happen when FIL gets home. I feel like crap because I agreed with FIL that we could try to get him home with SS and nursing support.
DH then opens his mail. To find speeding ticket (well, not ticket, but a form he has to fill in to confirm he was driving at the time. Ticket, fine, points etc to come I guess??).
He's now gone to work. DS in bed (thankfully asleep). I am crying. And can't stop. My head is pounding. Am stuck in on my own wondering how much more I can take. But at least I have sounds of the NYE party outside at the pub to keep me company....
AIBU to open the wine now?? I have DS alone tonight and never drink when I'm on my own with him. Ease my guilt over 1 glass, please, fellow Not-Going-Out-MN's????