@ last fucking straw. I hate it too.
Went to work some distance away today, leaving DH in charge. Told my colleagues that if he so much as lifted a finger for DM, it would be much better than anything I could do in a month of Sundays.
Sure enough, DM rang her bell to tell him she'd taken some morphine, so he prepared another dose for her. I came home to extended raptures about what a gem he is, nothing too much trouble, he takes everything in his stride, he's so kind etc. etc.
After prolonged agonising, I've cancelled tomorrow's cardiology appointment. No point putting her through that, she doesn't want any kind of surgery, we're just trying to keep her comfortable. Will ring the cardiologist instead.
BD, how did music exam go?