I want peaceful days
Recooping from surgery. My SO, who ate what I ate, is moanimg and groaning, running to the toilet with, delicately, explosive bowels. He didn't tell me to buy pepto or immodium when I placed an order today
I had to take a tranqulizer.. its always something. So its water and a tiny amount of pepto he found, watered down. I asked did he need 911. No. I cannot drive yet.
JFC help me..
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Just her first story, but the entire thing is pretty funny as well.
(I know the type of which you speak. Some are related.)
I usually don't go either, but that is because I have nothing to pay them. Once we as a society figure out that we desperately need other options to predatory healthcare, I suspect more people will go to the doctor. And, we will be a healthier nation for it. But, till then...
(I am sorry about the pains. I hate pain. My husband is a freaking masochist when it comes to dealing with pain. I shut down over a popped knuckle. So, I can relate. I hope it passes soon. )
Poor Mr X. He goes to the doctor and pain management. Yesterday, he knocked his big tv off its stand. Its not broken, thank God.
I'm sitting here, watching a history channel documentary on Hitler, pondering my life. My relatives all still work and take cruises and weekend flights places. I sit at home. I'm 13 days post gallbladder removal, still having gas and left- sided pain, wondering if my time on Earth is dwindling down at 59 and I'm just going to accept it. I used to enjoy life.
'Joy' is something that has not been in my life for years. I am so grateful for my husband, and yet I feel so badly about being with him because I am a practical zombie with no redeeming anything anymore. I cannot even walk up and down a flight of steps without having to rest. I can barely use the vacuum and anything physical beyond that is becoming more and more impossible. And, I am the only one who does anything around this house. He is working part time but seems to be lost and dazed over the run o fbad luck we have been having. I cannot fix it. I cannot do anything but get out of the way.
Just remember, it is not the years, it is the mileage. There is one more thing that is very relevant to our situation yet people don't like to talk about it. That is genetics. My body did not suddenly decide to crumble solely because of outside forces. I am betting yours has not either.
I am really hoping that your situation improves and you recover fully. If you are like me, you tend to overdo things. Maybe don't do that so much right now. Just worry about recovering. It is time for others to worry about you, and if they cannot, then you don't need to be dealing with that. Just stay calm. Write a novel. Paint a picture. Please remember that 'good' has nothing to do with this endeavor. Just do it. And, remember that we are here.