Husband has been very supportive. Usually. Until yesterday. When I wanted to kill him.
I had a horrible, horrible day yesterday with my symptoms. 6 BMs between midnight and noon, (looks like I slept between 4-9:30am with BMs at begining, middle and end of sleep time) 10 BMs between noon and midnight, unable to catch a nap in the afternoon, D like water shooting out my end, scrambling to get to the toilet before I make a mess in my unders, bottom burning like it is on fire and TP feeling like sandpaper.
After such a horrible day, I had still vaccumed and cleaned up the kitchen and was cooking dinner when he came home from work. He asked what I had done and I told him I hadn't done much because I'd had an awful day. He then comments, as he's walking down the hall to undress and take a shower... "wish I could stay home all day and do nothing."
God help me, but I wanted to hurt him!
I was so angry! I wanted to scream at him that I didn't choose to have these problems and I'd much rather be healthy and able to do more and get outside the home for yardwork or part-time work, anything that didn't have me sitting on a toilet for hours and hours every day.
Then my eyes narrowed down and I just wanted to run him out of hot water.
Instead, I had to go to the bathroom, yet again, and had a good cry while I sat there. Hey, at least the TP was handy to blow my nose.
I understand that he is frustrated, too...but how can I tell him that his attitude isn't helping me? I don't have a choice, the only thing I can control is how I meet this challenge, and his snide little comment just undercut the dirt out from under the tiny hill I was standing on.
Maybe I oughtta just spoon my backside up against him and let one rip. All over him. 'Oops, clumsy me!' Think that'd make an impression? :D
I have the ability of single-minded determination and accurate project focu....Hey, look, a cat!
UC is pretty darn crappy, but if you can't laugh at yourself, you'll cry.
I'd much rather laugh.