dixie_belle
Well-Known Member
I haven't posted here in a while because, as you may remember, we had to sell our farm and all our mini horses because of my husband's health. So here we are now, living two hours away from anyone we know. The house is nice, and I like the location as we are now minutes from a town, but I feel so isolated. I haven't found a church I like. Either the preacher yells at you during service, or it is just enormous and difficult to make friends. Basically, it's just the two of us.
Hubby is definitely not getting any better. We went out to dinner last week and during the meal I noticed he had his shirt on backward. What? So I guess I'll add that to my list of things to do: make sure he is dressed correctly. Then a couple of days ago I hear a big thump - he had fallen out of bed. How does that even happen? We had a carport installed and he decided to paint the support posts. Yesterday he painted one post, just one, and had to come in and take a nap because he was exhausted. It's like I'm married to my grandfather. And now he says let's go on vacation and travel. I can't think of anything I don't want to do more. I'd have to plan it. I'd have to drive to where ever we are going. He'd get tired and have to take a nap. So I'd be in the lobby of someplace, waiting for him to wake up. Well, I can do that at home, thank you very much. And save a ton of money in the process.
Six months ago I had a mammogram (I had the whole breast cancer thing two years ago), and the doctor said there were more microcalcifications present and I should have another mammogram in six months (which would basically be now). I've decided, for better or worse, not to have that follow up. What I've decided is that I want no life prolonging procedures of any kind. If the cancer is back, so be it. If it isn't, then it isn't.
I'm unhappy and severely depressed . I know this isn't hubby's fault. It's nobody's fault. But it sucks. And it's never going to get any better. I can see down the road and it isn't pretty.
Well, I just needed to vent.
Hubby is definitely not getting any better. We went out to dinner last week and during the meal I noticed he had his shirt on backward. What? So I guess I'll add that to my list of things to do: make sure he is dressed correctly. Then a couple of days ago I hear a big thump - he had fallen out of bed. How does that even happen? We had a carport installed and he decided to paint the support posts. Yesterday he painted one post, just one, and had to come in and take a nap because he was exhausted. It's like I'm married to my grandfather. And now he says let's go on vacation and travel. I can't think of anything I don't want to do more. I'd have to plan it. I'd have to drive to where ever we are going. He'd get tired and have to take a nap. So I'd be in the lobby of someplace, waiting for him to wake up. Well, I can do that at home, thank you very much. And save a ton of money in the process.
Six months ago I had a mammogram (I had the whole breast cancer thing two years ago), and the doctor said there were more microcalcifications present and I should have another mammogram in six months (which would basically be now). I've decided, for better or worse, not to have that follow up. What I've decided is that I want no life prolonging procedures of any kind. If the cancer is back, so be it. If it isn't, then it isn't.
I'm unhappy and severely depressed . I know this isn't hubby's fault. It's nobody's fault. But it sucks. And it's never going to get any better. I can see down the road and it isn't pretty.
Well, I just needed to vent.