The last week or so has been really stressful for me, my MIL almost died and spent a week in hospital after having an emergency operation. We offered to look after her dog for her, a mad almost two year old staffie who is full of energy, not properly house trained, and is pissing off our old staffie (to be fair though, she is very sweet natured and it's not her fault).
My DH picked his DM up from hospital on Monday and offered to spend the night with her as his DF died 2 years ago. He then appeared at home on Monday night complaining that he was numb and tingly all down his left side. I thought it sounded like a trapped nerve and told him to see the doctor in the morning if it hadn't improved (argh, why didn't I think about it more?).
So on Tuesday, he went to see his doctor, who sent him straight to A&E as he suspected a mini stroke. It was a mini stroke and DH was admitted for tests. The hospital was brilliant. He had every test under the sun and was sent home on Wednesday with medications, the physio visited on Thursday and the stroke nurse called on Friday.
DH is/was a smoker, so obviously he is giving up now, but this is where it gets complicated. He only smoked weed, and so did I. I am giving up with him, as I have only been smoking it because 'if you can't beat them, join them'.
Now, yesterday was not good. I haven't been sleeping well (I don't think I've had a full nights sleep since I got pregnant with DS1 9 years ago) and am exhausted. DH is moody (understandably), and he tends to argue with DS1 a lot when he's in a bad mood. Yesterday tea time was horrible, with DH just going on and on at DS1. Once the DC were in bed I mentioned that DH might like to go easier on DS1 as it was also traumatic for him, knowing that his dad has had a very big health scare. DH acknowleged that this was true but then went on to say 'but...' and basically said all the same stuff that he always says about DS1 (cheeky, answer for everything etc etc).
I feel like I'm about to cry, but don't want to as I feel like a selfish cow. DH could have died and I'm feeling sorry for myself, what is wrong with me?