I am very unwell and hardly have energy to do anything, in a lot of pain. Have constant twitching so can't sleep until exhausted. Been in a&e x2 requested by g.p in the last month and waiting for referrals.
I've had to stop my antidepressant, change contraceptive, cut out caffiene, and not allowed a glass of wine while I'm being investigated so it's fair to say I'm more than a bit emotional and stressed.
I don't know if/when I'll be able to return to the job I love.
Husband is lovely... in companionship and affection. But lazy. He has stepped up... to doing almost his fair share of the housework/ "cooking", and I'm still trying to do what I can when I can. E.g bulk cook a batch of pasta and sauce, and other very simple foods. Trying to make life easier for both of us, and accepting jobs like hoovering won't be done as often.
Today he is working a late shift. I emptied the dishwasher this morning and put some chips in oven, and veg on boil for our lunch.He served food and then took plates back to kitchen. Left for work.
Later I went kitchen and saw plates, mugs, pan, tray, tongs, salt all over the side. Then into bedroom: dirty clothes on floor next to laundry basket; airer still full of dry clothes, as he has taken his 3 tshirts (! Because he will sweat at work) from the drawer rather than the airer so the ones on the airer still need to be folded and put away.
This gave me the rage. Husband "forgets", "didn't realise" "doesn't notice" argh!! He's a grown man who holds down a job. So why like a child at home?
To be fair he did take the bins out this morning (forgetting to put new bag in bedroom bin and completely forgetting bathroom bin).
So I went on a slow and steady rampage around the flat with post it notes e.g.
Why is this on the floor?
Hang your bag up
When will you take these bits of salad out of the bottom of the dishwasher?
How many months will you leave this bag of stuff from cleaning out the car by the door?
Etc etc etc
It's made me feel a little less mad. I wonder how he will react and whether he will actually do all the things on the post its.
Argh maybe I'm being an ass and should now just accept living in squalor. I know it's stressful for him to, me being ill... but come on!
No LTB please, I need him to drive me to my appointments... lol. And love him also.