I have a condition that isn't really under control at the moment. I've tried my best but today accepted that I needed to go into hospital.
Part of my issue was that my dh has been working so much that I didn't feel I could go into hospital as I didn't know what would happen with our kids. His parents were away helping out his sister, my family were on a cruise. They are all back around as of last night.
Dh has been working 12+ hour days. Meanwhile I've been trying to soldier on, being sick, in pain, having no energy but looking after our young kids during the school holidays. I've lost 6kg in a couple of months because of it.
The nurse at the clinic wanted me in on Friday but I hoped that with a different set of meds I would be fine. Dh knew this and knew that the medication probably wouldn't work instantly. He still decided to go out to a networking thing for work on Saturday. I had been relying on him taking over then so I could sleep.
I told him if he didn't get home for tea, the children and I would be elsewhere. His response was that the bosses organised it and he couldn't pull out on the day. I disagreed. I think he had a very valid reason.
Today, after a week of keeping nothing down and not being able to sleep because of nausea, I accepted that I had to go into hospital. Dh, had left for work before 7am. I phoned him from the gp surgery to tell him I was being admitted. He did nothing. Just said to let him know how I got on.
That meant I had to organise care for our girls, pack bags for myself and the girls as it is probably easier for them to stay with their grandparents, sort the washing so my spare pjs will be ready to go if I have to stay a while, take the kids to their friends, organise with family getting the girls, then drive myself into hospital.
I would always try to put the girls first but today was a massive struggle.
Dh didn't even ask what was happening. Doesn't know which ward I'm in. I asked him to at least go round to his mum to give them a goodnight kiss. Both kids are very anxious about me as they have seen me throwing up and rolling around in pain.
He didn't even phone them let alone go see them. He hasn't visited me. I phoned him and he had decided to stay even later at the office and get cracking.
AIBU to think his priorities should have been with his wife and kids today. The office is important but not life and death. We needed him. He says I'm being ridiculous that he is working like this for us. I'm fed up feeling guilty for wanting some support. I'm pretty mentally strong but there is a limit and I'm at it.