I have been ill for over a year, steadily getting worse. My gallbladder is kaput and needs to come out, so we have surgery pencilled for next month.
Since the summer I have been living with:
Daily nausea, exactly like severe morning sickness (I had three HG pregnancies so I don't make this comparison lightly)
Constant moderate to severe pain in my upper abdomen and back that can only really be eased a little with opiates
Extreme exhaustion, probably because of the two previous points
Morning diarrhoea, which conveniently hits exactly at the time I need to get DC1 to school
There have been three occasions where the pain has been so severe that I haven't been able to get out of bed and have had to go to A&E, on these three occasions DH had to arrange to work from home to cover school pickups etc.
But the rest of the time I have been doing everything I was doing before as a SAHM to two small children, just doing it while feeling like utter dogshit and/or smacked off my tits on prescription painkillers.
So AIBU to want to scream at DH when he repeatedly tells me how hard this whole illness thing has been 'for us' and is a thing that 'we have got to get through'?
Has he been crawling to the bathroom to puke on the reg and I've missed it or something? I haven't seen him doubled over in agony at any point in the last six months.
Today he's been messaging me about how exhausted he feels at work, then - the kicker -
'Think we both feel broken from the last six months'
AIBU to shout at him in caps that he's NOT bloody broken, I AM?