Today was a nursing day. Hubby told me last night that he has been having gut pain for the last two days and it was starting to actually hurt. More so when he peed but all the time now, so I told him I would call in to the doctor's in the morning at 8am and try to get him in to see someone. If we couldn't get him an appointment, I was going to take him to Urgent Care. It was one of two things, a bladder infection or the start of an attack of diverticulitis. So far he has had no problems pooping so my guess is it was a bladder infection.
So I woke up at 5 to 8am and tried calling but still got the night service message. I waited for 5 minutes and tried again. I got through. I had to hold for a long time to get a person on the line, but when I explained what was going on, they scheduled him to come in at 1115am. As I had therapy at 10am that went to 11am, he would have to go on his own. No problems since both the cars were running.
I went into therapy and talked to Steve. I told him everything that I talked about in my last post last Thursday, after seeing Dr Fouss. That I now realized how this is all my fault. I have been selfish and rude, as hubby has been pointing out many times, and that this mental stuff was all my own problem. I can't expect to get understanding or the support I wanted from other people. I was going to have to learn to cope with it on my own. Apparently hubby is tired or was just pretending to help me before but doesn't want to do it anymore. He will say things like "Do what ever you need to do to get better." but doesn't want me talking about what I need to do or how I need him to help me.
Since Thursday, I have only made one mistake when it came to talking about bedbugs, and that was to ask him to squish one that was up in the curve near the ceiling, where I couldn't reach it. He wasn't happy that I asked him to do that and I learned my lesson. I later, over the weekend, when he was in a good mood, I did ask him if he and Frank could take apart the bed and spray the bedbug spray on the frame, along the wall and on the mattress and box spring. Then put the bedbug encasement bags on the box springs and mattress over the plastic bags we had to keep repairing. And reassemble the bed.
I had asked hubby to tell Frank I needed him to clean the bathrooms and vacuum this weekend, and he did all that on Sunday while we were gone. He even did our room. Which made less work on Sunday night while they were doing the bed. Now I have to be the one to do all the rest of the work myself and vacuum every other day and keep up with the laundry. If I catch hubby in a good mood, I can ask for help in getting Frank to vacuum more after he gets home from work, but I can't mention bedbugs or that if we don't do this often, we will never get rid of them.
I met hubby after his doctor's appointment at Culver's and we had a nice lunch. Then he went to get his prescription filled, it did turn out to be a pretty bad bladder infection, and then he was going home to nap. I went to get a simple manicure to get rid of a bunch of hangnails, go to the store to pick up fruit and yogurt, then go to Papa Murphy's to pick up a $10 Tuesday Pizza. Any pizza, specialty or as many toppings as you want, any size up to large, for only $10. Family size $12. So I got the new Angus Steak Pizza, family size, for $12. Angus steak cut in thin slices, creamy garlic sauce, chopped green onions, instead of mushrooms I had them put on chopped tomatoes. Mozzarella cheese. Take and bake. YUM!
When I got home, I sat with hubby until he went to sleep then I sat with him until he woke up. I watched the first two episodes of Fear of the Walking Dead again. Then I cooked the pizza, Frank fed the animals, I made kool aid, and cleaned up. I sat with the rattie boys while they ran around and then I'm going back upstairs to sit with hubby again to make sure he doesn't get bored and wait on him if he needs anything. And make sure to kill the bedbugs before he sees them. Which he never does.
Tomorrow I have to take him to pick up the truck for work, the one he will be driving to Denver for Doctorate this week. Then I am meeting mom and dad at the diner to take them out for lunch as part of their Christmas present of feeding them once a month for the rest of the year. The rest of the time I will be making them a dinner and taking it over for them to heat up and eat. But we are going to talk about what they like, don't like, can't have, and such.
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