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Staying one more day.

2007-06-11
3:03 p.m.

Hubby will be in the hospital at least one more day. His bloodwork didn't meet the levels they were hoping for, so they didn't even bother doing an ultrasound this morning.

Last night he had a really rough night with the pain. I knew when we were doing our best to give him a shower he wanted to hurry because his leg was hurting so much. He said it got much worse during the night, and he wasn't wanting to get back up anymore today.

That shower was the first time he'd been up in two days, so consequently the first time his leg had been down since Friday afternoon.

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My husband is a safety specialist for a major oil company. He has for years been a first responder, an EMT, a firefighter, and has attended most of a paramedic training course (before being transferred to Charleston). I'm sure there are many more qualifications he'd like me to add here, but you get the picture. He has juuuuuust enough medical knowledge to think he is thisclose to being a doctor. Or at least a nurse.

When he is around a medical professional for treatment, he feels the need to let them know pretty quickly just how knowledgeable he is. I find this habit/nervous tic/obnoxious behavior to be aggravating as hell.

Last night while I was talking to his nurse in his room, he kept chiming in until I finally asked him to please stop and let the REAL NURSE finish telling me what I'd asked her.

I could tell by the look on Hubby's face that I'd hurt his feelings, but for God's sake when it is serious could you just hold up on telling everyone how knowledgeable you are??? Save that showing off stuff for having a boil lanced or an ingrown toenail treated, would you?

No, I am not frustrated at all. Why do you ask?

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The kids and I are home to get ready for the baseball game tonight, which means washing a uniform, on my part, because the laundry is so far behind it's laughable. It means hanging out and resting up for the kids. I made them clean house this morning before we went into town, and I swear I bet they're both writing Mommy Dearest pages in their journals about me.

Making them help with housework is a necessary evil of parenthood, I know, but it just seems so monotonous sometimes. My mom continues to reassure me if I just keep making them do it again and again, they will one day get it and do it right the first time. Is that how she trained me????

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We'll be leaving again in about an hour to go back into town and eat dinner at the hospital, before heading out for a neighboring town, where Oldest Son's baseball game is. We probably won't get back home again till after 10:00. And I wonder where all the hours in my days go.

Over and out.


2 comments so far Megan - 2007-06-11 20:43:40
Wait a minute. Your kids keep journals? If that is so, they have less time to clean the house than you do. P.S.: I hope your husband is doing better by tomorrow. Maybe your stressers will level out. In the meantime, mine are climbing.
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Joan - 2007-06-11 21:39:16
Oh...washing the baseball uniform. Haven't done that in a loonngg time (my youngest is 17), but I remember a woman on one of our teams who would talk about those kids whose pants weren't **sparkling**! No wonder I went on prozac.
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