I "hate" my husband
After three weeks of hell, I was finally over being sick or so I thought. The hubby became violently ill last week. He complained of being sick on Tuesday and so we knew he finallly what I had. That night we had a wind storm, a very strong one but it's not uncommon in my area to have them. When he got home from work he opened the car door and a gust of wind slammed the car door on his left leg. He limps inside and we both basically shrug it off. He hurts since the door was slammed very hard into his leg and he's lucky it didn't break.
Next morning, he's really sick; fever, aches, pains, chills. I laughed at him because he was as miserable as I was when I was sick. Did I have anyone really taking care of me when I was sick? Of course not. He went to work and I stayed home with my mom and the twins. I was miserable for three long weeks and told him that I wouldn't take care of him because he didn't take of me. He goes to work and I call to check up on him. He sounds horrible and sounds every bit the frog just I had been for three weeks. He comes home that evening and his leg is swollen! I'm concerned about his leg because it was red and purple and three times the size of his right leg. He can barely walk, he can barely talk, he's burning up yet ice cold to the touch. I send him to bed.
I check up on him often and he's ice cold yet burning up. I give him some Nyquil and goes back to sleep. At 1 AM I go in and check up on him and he's drenched in sweat. He sweated so much that his clothes were soaked, the pillow was soaked all the way through, the sheets and blanket felt as if some poured water all over. I take his temp and it's 103. TOO high so I wake him up and make him take a shower while I change the bedding. His leg looks horrible. After his shower he went back to bed and we went to sleep.
Next morning (Friday) he was worse then the night before so I make him stay home from work. He slept and slept and slept until around 6 or 7 PM. I kept him in bed, made him drink water all day, and keep his leg elevated and iced. I also give him combinations of Advil and Tylenol remembering the time the doctor at the ER gave one of my children combinations of it. What I mean by combinations is I would give him Tylenol first then four hours later I'd give him Advil then four hours later Tylenol again. The ER doctor told me to do that when one of my children was sick with a high temp so I figured if it worked for my child it'd have to work for the hubby.
By that evening the swelling went down, his temp broke and he woke up. I made him take another shower before he came out to the living room to watch his shows (Friday and he never misses his SciFi channel crap). His leg was still swollen but it wasn't as bad as it had been. You could see the imprint from the car door on his leg - a straight line going down his leg. He thinks he wasn't hit with the edge of the door but he was because of the imprint.
On Saturday he goes back to work and I call to check up on him every two hours. He's miserable but works. He comes home and his leg is swollen up again. More Tylenol and more Advil. Sunday is the day we have the store closed and instead of resting the idiot decides to clean out the pantry closet like I asked him before he was injured. Sunday night his leg is swollen again and he's in pain again. Today he goes to work and his leg is still swollen and he's in pain but he refuses to see the doctor!
Gah, there are times I hate my husband and this is one of them.
And to top it off, because I've had to take care of him, the kids and my mother - getting even less rest then usual - I'm SICK again. My chest is heavy and burning and it hurts to breath. I feel as if I'm breathing under water. I can feel, with each breath, gurgling sounds in my chest. I'm congested, no doubt about that and I'm in pain but like usual I get no one to take care of me so I'll probably be sick for another three weeks.
Next morning, he's really sick; fever, aches, pains, chills. I laughed at him because he was as miserable as I was when I was sick. Did I have anyone really taking care of me when I was sick? Of course not. He went to work and I stayed home with my mom and the twins. I was miserable for three long weeks and told him that I wouldn't take care of him because he didn't take of me. He goes to work and I call to check up on him. He sounds horrible and sounds every bit the frog just I had been for three weeks. He comes home that evening and his leg is swollen! I'm concerned about his leg because it was red and purple and three times the size of his right leg. He can barely walk, he can barely talk, he's burning up yet ice cold to the touch. I send him to bed.
I check up on him often and he's ice cold yet burning up. I give him some Nyquil and goes back to sleep. At 1 AM I go in and check up on him and he's drenched in sweat. He sweated so much that his clothes were soaked, the pillow was soaked all the way through, the sheets and blanket felt as if some poured water all over. I take his temp and it's 103. TOO high so I wake him up and make him take a shower while I change the bedding. His leg looks horrible. After his shower he went back to bed and we went to sleep.
Next morning (Friday) he was worse then the night before so I make him stay home from work. He slept and slept and slept until around 6 or 7 PM. I kept him in bed, made him drink water all day, and keep his leg elevated and iced. I also give him combinations of Advil and Tylenol remembering the time the doctor at the ER gave one of my children combinations of it. What I mean by combinations is I would give him Tylenol first then four hours later I'd give him Advil then four hours later Tylenol again. The ER doctor told me to do that when one of my children was sick with a high temp so I figured if it worked for my child it'd have to work for the hubby.
By that evening the swelling went down, his temp broke and he woke up. I made him take another shower before he came out to the living room to watch his shows (Friday and he never misses his SciFi channel crap). His leg was still swollen but it wasn't as bad as it had been. You could see the imprint from the car door on his leg - a straight line going down his leg. He thinks he wasn't hit with the edge of the door but he was because of the imprint.
On Saturday he goes back to work and I call to check up on him every two hours. He's miserable but works. He comes home and his leg is swollen up again. More Tylenol and more Advil. Sunday is the day we have the store closed and instead of resting the idiot decides to clean out the pantry closet like I asked him before he was injured. Sunday night his leg is swollen again and he's in pain again. Today he goes to work and his leg is still swollen and he's in pain but he refuses to see the doctor!
Gah, there are times I hate my husband and this is one of them.
And to top it off, because I've had to take care of him, the kids and my mother - getting even less rest then usual - I'm SICK again. My chest is heavy and burning and it hurts to breath. I feel as if I'm breathing under water. I can feel, with each breath, gurgling sounds in my chest. I'm congested, no doubt about that and I'm in pain but like usual I get no one to take care of me so I'll probably be sick for another three weeks.