Namechanged as I don't wish to be recognised....
Pre-warning - this is full of rambling waffle but I need to get this off my chest - sorry.
Ever since I had my DS (3 years ago) I've been ill on and off with lots of vague but worrying symptoms. Since Christmas I've pretty much had one thing after another, with no period of time where I've really felt well. In the past three weeks, my DS got really ill with tonsillitis which resulted in neither of us getting any sleep, then I started to feel ill, had a few quite bad asthma attacks, and have been given antibiotics for a suspected upper respiratory infection as well as being on my second lot of steroids. My glands are up and I feel rotten - to be honest I think it's a virus that I just can't seem to shake off.
DS is really full on. He was a very unsettled baby who cried all the time, and as soon as he got to toddler stage he just became like one of those rubber bouncy balls that ricochets off everything. I permanently feel on edge as he careers around everywhere clumsily. Due to him doing everything so fast, he has fallen badly and had concussion twice last year. Because of this I have been the epitome of a helicopter mum recently, especially as the receptionist at the doctors told me that I should be careful in this day and age that he doesn't do it again ( I think she was implying that social services would be coming round or something). For the record, he wasn't unsupervised when these accidents happened - he fell off an upturned tub in the living room and I wasn't quick enough to catch him, and also came off his scooter as he was going too fast while I was telling him to slow down 
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I feel like a hopeless mother. I hold his hand all the time when we are out, don't allow him to go up and down the stairs himself, ask him not to run about 50 times a day and try to teach him to be careful, but then I see all his little friends who are independent, racing about on their scooters, running ahead of their mums and I feel like I am wrapping him up in cotton wool (I am, I know). But every time I "let go" a bit, he ends up hurting himself in one way or another.
I have spoken to the GP and he prescribed me anti-anxiety meds (sertraline), but I took one and it kept me up all night and I couldn't face dealing with life on so little sleep. He has said to try again once I am better on half a tab. He also said that a lot of my mystery illnesses and symptoms could possibly be stress related.
Anyway, back to the point. DS goes to pre school four mornings a week, and apart from that I have very little support. My family all live 300 miles away, as do my close friends, the friends I have here are more "acquaintances" and not people that I feel I could call up for help with childcare etc. Apart from DH, we have his parents, but they are in their 70s/80s and apart from feeling guilty at always relying on them, they tire easily and are not capable of doing lots.
I don't know if this is a coincidence or not with regards to my illness, but DH took it upon himself to start building us an extension in October. He has been working on it pretty much every weekend since then, so he has been working 7 days a week, and I have been looking after DS 7 days a week. I have been finding it difficult because I just feel so exhausted, not to mention depressed at the fact that I am stuck on this hamster wheel of monotony day after day.
When I saw saw the asthma nurse on Thursday I was a wreck and had a very high pulse rate - she spoke to the doctor and they both thought I was very tired and needed to go home and go to bed. I rang DH in tears and said I was sorry to ask him but that the nurse had asked if he could please get an earlier train home as I needed to go to bed. His response was that he would be home as soon as he could, but he needed to do something first and would "be home when he's home". He did ring his mum and dad and asked them to come round to help me, which they did, but they spent an hour cleaning the kitchen and emptying the dishwasher, while ds pestered me to play with him. I asked him three times to go and get nanny but she just kept telling him she was busy. I don't think they really understood .
DH got home at 5.30pm and immediately came in the door to say "we need to get this sorted out because I can't take any time off work", also makes comments like "you're not that bad that you can't look after him surely?" I even let him speak to the asthma nurse on the phone when she rang, but it just seems to go in one ear and out the other. Sorry I am making him sound horrendous - he was obviously concerned about me, came and gave me a cuddle etc but his initial thoughts seemed to all be concerning himself.
Anyway he reluctantly took the day off yesterday but spent the day on his laptop researching stuff for the extension, intermittently shouting at DS for playing up (no wonder as he was getting no attention). The house is a tip - there is an overflowing washing basket, sheets need changed, hoovering and dusting and general tidying up. If I ask him to do anything to help out he rolls his eyes, sighs and throws his head back like a stroppy teenager, and then eventually tells me I am always getting on his case. I tried to speak to him about it yesterday but he just says he has got a very stressful job and he doesn't have time and he doesn't get enough sleep.
He has gone back to work today - I don't feel any better - in fact yesterday probably stressed me out more.
He is planning to work all weekend, but he is off on Monday.
So if you've made it this far - AIBU to ask him not to work the weekend/give me some more support, or is this something that I need to sort out myself?
I feel guilty even complaining as we only have one child and I am a SAHM, but I think it's the illness thing that is making life so hard. If I could just get myself healthy I think everything would be ok. Have seen GP a lot and had various blood tests, scans, chest x-ray, ecg etc - all normal.