Thursday, October 08, 2009
I'm going to STRANGLE my DH!
Yes, that's right. Strangle him! Or beat him with a rolling pin. Or something.
And I'm going to blog about it now while I'm so hoppin' mad I could bite nails in half. And not those teeny little nails I use to hang pictures on the wall that don't make a big hole. No, those ginormous 3" nails that will hold up to 100 lbs!
Because if I don't blog it right this minute, I'll calm down and forgive him because he's so dang sweet and cute. . .
No! I will not go there. I am mad and intend to stay mad for at least another hour or two.
So, remember when I took him to the ER back in July? Well, what I failed to mention was that in addition to the ulcers (which is what that turned out to be), he's been having some back trouble and it's been getting increasingly worse. He hasn't walked upright for two months. He's seen several doctors, had MRIs and other tests. Turns out he has a ruptured disk that has got a nerve root in a strangle-hold and he hurts from his bum cheek down to the bottom of his foot.
He had an epidural, used a TENS machine, done back exercises and is taking a handful of drugs. None of it worked. Yesterday, the back doc sent him straight for another epidural—a bit different from the one that didn't work, different medicine, different placement. Well, they nicked his spinal membrane and he got one of those killer headaches. It was awful! The doctor said 24 hours flat on his back.
The doctor said that around 4:00 p.m. yesterday.
I got up at 6:30 this morning and DH is nowhere to be found.
HE WENT TO WORK!!
That was my reaction too!?! And that's why I'm spitting nails.
Just so you know, this is what I expect in your comments—commiseration, vindication, and ideas for how long I should stay mad and how I should appropriately express that madness. (I was thinking a swift kick in the buttocks, but he wouldn't feel it because the epidural did seem to numb him up a bit there.)
Now playing on my iPod: What? You mean the one I threw across the room because I was so mad?
FYI—at the end of the angry phone call I just delivered to him, I did say that I loved him and hoped he had a good day.
But I'm still mad.