amethist
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It is not my responsibility to ensure my husband is well in all aspects.
It is up to him to actively take care of his own health, both physically and mentally. I should only have to give him the support and encouragement, if and when he struggles, not be there to hold his hand all the time.
After a really bad few days on Monday my husband did well and cleared most of his shed out, but tweaked his back, through his own stupidity. He had asked me to help him move the heavy tool box on the floor when he was ready, but then moved it himself. He said nothing until a few hours later, when he was in so much pain he had to have a soak in the bath and go to bed for a while. leaving half the stuff to be put back later.
Tuesday I went out for the day, thinking he had everything he needed for pain management. Paracetamol, Ibuprofen and a gel he could use along side both of these.
Yesterday, he was a bit up and down but better in both mind and body, having soak again, and taking pain meds as required, or so I thought.
This morning he was in a lot of pain again, so more pain meds, ( again I thought), more pain gel and off to rest.
It was not until after 3pm today, that i found out,
a) No paracetamol in the house since Monday evening.
b) He has been sitting with his feet up and back arched instead of sitting how physio told him.
c) Not eating unless I put it in front of him
d) Now blaming his head being in a mess on PTSD instead of his own mistakes
Then wondering why I am blowing my top at him this afternoon, when I actually did know yesterday we were short of Paracetamol, but why should I be the one to check everything, when it is not me who takes them. Why should it be me who makes sure he eats.
He is an adult for goodness sake, he has to take responsibility for himself, not expect me to know everything that is needed.
There is no excuses for this, his back has been an issue far longer than his PTSD, he knows what to do and how to manage it. If he had done this from the beginning his head would not be in a mess now.
With me climbing the walls in frustration of his stupidity. As well as idiotically putting off doing certain things in the house, in case I disturb him.
Talk about walking on eggshell, when I should be crushing them with hob nailed boots, for the world and his wife to hear.
Amethist
It is up to him to actively take care of his own health, both physically and mentally. I should only have to give him the support and encouragement, if and when he struggles, not be there to hold his hand all the time.
After a really bad few days on Monday my husband did well and cleared most of his shed out, but tweaked his back, through his own stupidity. He had asked me to help him move the heavy tool box on the floor when he was ready, but then moved it himself. He said nothing until a few hours later, when he was in so much pain he had to have a soak in the bath and go to bed for a while. leaving half the stuff to be put back later.
Tuesday I went out for the day, thinking he had everything he needed for pain management. Paracetamol, Ibuprofen and a gel he could use along side both of these.
Yesterday, he was a bit up and down but better in both mind and body, having soak again, and taking pain meds as required, or so I thought.
This morning he was in a lot of pain again, so more pain meds, ( again I thought), more pain gel and off to rest.
It was not until after 3pm today, that i found out,
a) No paracetamol in the house since Monday evening.
b) He has been sitting with his feet up and back arched instead of sitting how physio told him.
c) Not eating unless I put it in front of him
d) Now blaming his head being in a mess on PTSD instead of his own mistakes
Then wondering why I am blowing my top at him this afternoon, when I actually did know yesterday we were short of Paracetamol, but why should I be the one to check everything, when it is not me who takes them. Why should it be me who makes sure he eats.
He is an adult for goodness sake, he has to take responsibility for himself, not expect me to know everything that is needed.
There is no excuses for this, his back has been an issue far longer than his PTSD, he knows what to do and how to manage it. If he had done this from the beginning his head would not be in a mess now.
With me climbing the walls in frustration of his stupidity. As well as idiotically putting off doing certain things in the house, in case I disturb him.
Talk about walking on eggshell, when I should be crushing them with hob nailed boots, for the world and his wife to hear.
Amethist