I could have missed the pain
but I'd had to to miss the dance......
Just got back from the hospital. Very trying day. I got a call from the hospital social worker while driving through the parking garage. She proceeded to tell me that hubby tried to leave the hospital last night and they have restrained him. She then went into whether or not I thought he would go through rehab. I told her that I hoped he would, but right now I can't speak for him. He is still way out of it and I am more worried about his health right now. She proceeded to tell me that I obviously didn't understand how ill he is, etc. He needs rehab. I went off. I firmly, yet nicely, explained that I had been dealing with his drinking for 13 years, and it has increased exponentially in the last year. I told that I had been to every rehab facility in Charlotte. It really pissed me off, beyond words. Do people honestly think that I have nothing better to do. There is a reason I am a fucking insomniac whose jeans (that used to fit) are baggy.
The warning didn't prepare me for what I walked into. The site of my husband, tied to the bed by his wrists and ankles, with a condom catheter and a diaper in a hospital gown damn-near brought me to my knees. Dealing with a pissed off customer in the middle of it didn't help much either. I need to apologize to the woof cuz I am sure I tapped a major amount of energy from him. Yes, this is stressful on hubby. But it is also making this vixen very tired as well.
Just got back from the hospital. Very trying day. I got a call from the hospital social worker while driving through the parking garage. She proceeded to tell me that hubby tried to leave the hospital last night and they have restrained him. She then went into whether or not I thought he would go through rehab. I told her that I hoped he would, but right now I can't speak for him. He is still way out of it and I am more worried about his health right now. She proceeded to tell me that I obviously didn't understand how ill he is, etc. He needs rehab. I went off. I firmly, yet nicely, explained that I had been dealing with his drinking for 13 years, and it has increased exponentially in the last year. I told that I had been to every rehab facility in Charlotte. It really pissed me off, beyond words. Do people honestly think that I have nothing better to do. There is a reason I am a fucking insomniac whose jeans (that used to fit) are baggy.
The warning didn't prepare me for what I walked into. The site of my husband, tied to the bed by his wrists and ankles, with a condom catheter and a diaper in a hospital gown damn-near brought me to my knees. Dealing with a pissed off customer in the middle of it didn't help much either. I need to apologize to the woof cuz I am sure I tapped a major amount of energy from him. Yes, this is stressful on hubby. But it is also making this vixen very tired as well.