This is going to be a bit of a ramble - feel free to ignore me! I haven't ss'ed today but have eaten in a low-cal healthy way. Disappointing but tomorrow is another day.
Yesterday my husband's friends came over and cooked him a meal and did food shopping because I am not looking after him properly! I worked last night and came home from the supermarket this morning to find the fridge partially stocked and the kitchen a tip - they cooked but didn't clean up. Arabic food is very strong smelling so my house smells like a cafe.... needless to say i was not amused.
Then I spoke to my mother who woke me from a sleep and I confessed to her about the house and all the aggro I'm getting from his friends and family about my ineptitude at caring for the invalid. In an effort to be supportive my mother went off on one about how he 'should be bloody grateful' and 'if his friends/family can look after him better then make them take him' etc etc. Then she said that she would get my dad to call him and talk to him about his attitude and behaviour towards me. (He is difficult, argumentative and not an easy patient....) She said ' you are not some bloody skivvy muslim wife....', (you can imagine how it went) and all of my mother's prejudices ran wild. I guess i am pleased that she appreciates how hard it is for me but ranting about him being a useless bastard who doesn't provide isn't helpful. She also said it was 'my house'. 'he is abnormal' because of his illness...
Compounded by this is that I have to go back to school on Monday and i can't take random time off and his cousin is really 'disgusted' that i put my job first. I am the main breadwinner with a mortgage and bills to pay and without me he would be in a worse state. I feel I can't win.
I really and sincerely admire full time carers who sacrifice an awful lot to care for sick relatives or friends - I am more aware of my own shortcomings than ever before.
I want him to feel better not just physically heal. It is my own fault for saying 'are you feeling better?' because he tells me the raw truth. I know he is in pain and is afraid - he nearly died and had an undignified operation but I want him to be positive - to move around a little, to engage in life a bit. I don't expect him to take the bins out or hoover but I want a glimmer of life and normality. Reading this back I feel selfish but i need to offload it to an 'anonymous' audience.
You see, I believe mental attitude helps to heal you not just potions and dressing changes. Also, I have a secret - a terrible fear. Because the fistulas were so bad the surgeon has ordered an MRI scan to rule out stomach cancer - he doesn't know the reason why he has to have it but I do and I made the decision not to tell him because he is frail in himself and I don't think he could face that now. I know some people may think I am wrong for depriving a grown man of the full facts but I am dealing with what I can one day at a time and I think that if his wounds improve and he feels more energetic he will be better prepared to face a more serious possibility. Selfishly there is an element preparation for me to - i need to be strong so I'm preparing now. It may well all turn out to be nothing but preparation is key for my mental health.
Anyway, diet wise I'm going to not punish myself - I made good choices today and I will be strong.