Now that DH is no longer working because of his MS, things have changed so quickly. He can hardly sleeps at night because he has one of those minds that just can't turn off. He worries about the house, finances, moving in the spring/summer, what if a lightbulb burns out, all sorts of things and doesn't come to bed until 5 or 6 in the morning. Because he's now home all the time, I can't even call anyone to talk because I'm afraid he'll hear me and that would only add to his worries.
We've spent the last 3 days completing disability forms for insurance purposes and that's been very difficult for him because it makes him look at it in black and white. Yesterday we went to the doctor for him to complete his portion and that was the first time he's been out of the house since Nov. 13th.
Now I'm worried about my knee surgery and what will happen when I get home from the hospital. Firstly, I'll be in hospital for a minimum of 2 weeks and he'll be here on his own. Then, the recovery period, especially when I first get home I won't be able to do much of anything except the exercises that will be required. No standing cooking, no laundry, no vaccumming (that's good at least), but who will make sure we get fed. Now he's got me worrying so much I can't even get into cardmaking and it's making me crazy.
Yesterday my DD called and she'll come up when I get home for 2 weeks and she said she'll make sure we have the services we need before she leaves and I'm so grateful to her. Then, about 15 minutes laters she called back and said, "Mom, what are you doing for Christmas dinner?". "Nothing," says I, "cause I can't stand long enough to cook." Then she says, "Good, well, what I mean is I just bought your Christmas present and they'll be delivering a Christmas Dinner for 4 on Christmas Eve". Man, I started balling like a baby, then she started crying, too and she was at work! After I calmed down I said that is probably the best present I've ever had and thanked her so much. We don't even have a single solitary decoration up because they're all in the basement and we can't get them.
Okay, thanks for reading, I feel better just getting it out because I can't tell DH how I feel, it would only make him feel worse. Thank God you gals are here, it really means so much to me, even if my posts are few these days, I know you're out there.
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Originally Posted by emmcee
