Morning all, hope you are well.
Recently, I had the pain day from hell again. It wasn’t unexpected, it was just unpleasant. I spent most of it in bed. I ended up screaming at my Husband when he opened his mouth and his brain fell out.
I guess, being supportive of Him, I didn’t tell him that I can’t take pain meds anymore. Here’s the fun part. He didn’t notice. I get it. We are intensely focused on His medical, His needs, and what’s going on in His world. I slip through the cracks.
So, when the pain day hit, he wasn’t prepared. What Tylenol does, is it eases the pain from levels 7 and higher down to a 5. That day, I rocked a solid 8 and above. I spent most of it in bed, and holy crap, I screamed every time I had to roll over because the pressure on my hips was getting to be too much.
Normally, I can control the screams of pain.
It’s life. Sadly, now that the cat’s out of the bag, he is worried even more about me. He tried giving me tylenol, but I can’t take it. My new artificial allergy makes it impossible to use. The snitch goes apeshit when I take it. I told him this. He then suggested I put the snitch in the car.
Chuckle, no, that’s not how this shit works Husband.
Meanwhile, I am trying to get back to sleep, the snitch gave warning that my blood sugar was dropping again.
Joyful. At least, I wasn’t bored.
Hope you have a good one. This is a canned post, as we deal with the after surgery things, and the hopes of bringing my Husband home today. -L