HeatherFeather
Distinguished member
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2014
- Messages
- 284
- Reason
- CALS
- Diagnosis
- 10/2014
- Country
- CA
- State
- Quebec
- City
- Tiny town w/no stoplight!
Oh, man....did you ever feel so unappreciated? I feel so very very hurt right now.
There's nothing I won't do for Ron...NOTHING...I would give my very life to protect him.
We had our friends over and Ron's sister and husband over. Ron had to go to the commode and he was having painful cramps so he told me this. I walked fast to the bedroom to make sure there was nothing in his way before I wheeled him there to the lift and commode. So I hurried back to him and wheeled him into the bedroom, got him on the lift and down on the commode.
Later on I found out that he told my friends and his sister that he didn't know where I was and he needed help getting to the commode FAST and that I'm ALWAYS taking off on him. My friend KNEW that this wasn't so but his sister complained that I should be helping him. WHAT?
After they all left, I let loose. I'm sorry but I felt so hurt that he should say something like, I'm ALWAYS taking off on him. I was trying to get things out of the way, in case they were. I don't move fast enough for Ron.
I am TIRED...I yelled...I slammed doors...I threw things - all-in-all I had a total temper tantrum and that's not me at all. He was sorry, and started crying. After being his 'wing man' since he was diagnosed and going overboard to make him special clothes and making sure he's loved and taken care of, and spending a fortune for special clothes for his birthday and our upcoming cruise - things that I couldn't make by myself; catering to his every need - being at his beck and call and I get THIS COMMENT from him to others? That made me look like such an uncaring person in the eyes of his sister (but not my friend at least)
Anyway, I put him to bed, made sure he was positioned correctly, gave him his Rilusole and Ativan, put on the fan and the humidifier and left him there to come downstairs to the computer. I am sooooo tired but I can't sleep...
I told him that when his friend comes to visit for a week and a half, I'm going to take off for a few days but I don't know if I could do that.
I feel like he slapped me in the face...
There's nothing I won't do for Ron...NOTHING...I would give my very life to protect him.
We had our friends over and Ron's sister and husband over. Ron had to go to the commode and he was having painful cramps so he told me this. I walked fast to the bedroom to make sure there was nothing in his way before I wheeled him there to the lift and commode. So I hurried back to him and wheeled him into the bedroom, got him on the lift and down on the commode.
Later on I found out that he told my friends and his sister that he didn't know where I was and he needed help getting to the commode FAST and that I'm ALWAYS taking off on him. My friend KNEW that this wasn't so but his sister complained that I should be helping him. WHAT?
After they all left, I let loose. I'm sorry but I felt so hurt that he should say something like, I'm ALWAYS taking off on him. I was trying to get things out of the way, in case they were. I don't move fast enough for Ron.
I am TIRED...I yelled...I slammed doors...I threw things - all-in-all I had a total temper tantrum and that's not me at all. He was sorry, and started crying. After being his 'wing man' since he was diagnosed and going overboard to make him special clothes and making sure he's loved and taken care of, and spending a fortune for special clothes for his birthday and our upcoming cruise - things that I couldn't make by myself; catering to his every need - being at his beck and call and I get THIS COMMENT from him to others? That made me look like such an uncaring person in the eyes of his sister (but not my friend at least)
Anyway, I put him to bed, made sure he was positioned correctly, gave him his Rilusole and Ativan, put on the fan and the humidifier and left him there to come downstairs to the computer. I am sooooo tired but I can't sleep...
I told him that when his friend comes to visit for a week and a half, I'm going to take off for a few days but I don't know if I could do that.
I feel like he slapped me in the face...