Marseeya
<font color=blue>Drama Magnet<br><font color=deepp
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Can I just vent? I don't want any advice or anything, I just want to get this off my chest so I can be nice to DH here at home without going off on him.
In all the years we've been married, DH has been neglecting his teeth horribly. He won't brush every day, and didn't see a dentist at all for many years. I kept telling him it was going to catch up with him, and these past several years, it really has. He's had numerous failed root canals and just all kinds of problems with the teeth cracking and/or breaking. When something happens, he refuses to see a dentist about it until it's a crisis. He's like this with any medical issue.
Well, it came down to a big crisis. One of his failed root canal teeth, where the last dentist botched the job and broke into the next tooth, got abscessed to the point where his face swelled up the size of a softball and he was paralyzed from the pain. He actually had to miss work (and workaholic that he is, it tells you how bad it is), so I had to call and get him into the dentist yesterday. The dentist gave him a prescription for vicodin and an antibiotic, but when I dropped DH off at home, he told me he didn't want the vicodin because the motrin was working okay.
So I babied him all day yesterday and ran around for him -- even had to miss my daughter's IEP meeting and took flak from her teacher (another vent in itself... I called and told the secretary WHY I couldn't come, but she told the teacher and sped director that I wasn't coming because I thought they were dismissing her from speech/language support... WTH???). In the midst of all this, my fibro has been acting up for weeks and I'm in pain from pulling my neck out of whack. When your neck's out of whack, nothing's right, KWIM? I just feel lousy.
Today I just wanted to do nothing but lie around the house and maybe do some laundry. Then he asked me to go get the vicodin filled because he wanted it after all. GRRRR. Seriously, for as bad as I feel, it was a chore to even get ready to go to the drug store. Once I got there, the place was packed and the pharmacist told me they were really backed up and it would be a long wait. GRRRR. It wouldn't have been so bad if I'd had other errands to run or grocery shopping to do, but I didn't. There was no place to sit at the drug store, so I just came home to wait and now I'll have to lug myself out again.
Anyway, it just frustrates me. If he'd just take care of himself in the first place, this wouldn't be so bad. And if he'd only let me get the vicodin filled yesterday while I was out and about, I wouldn't have to leave the house today.
If you made it through that long winded gripe-fest, you deserve a cookie.
In all the years we've been married, DH has been neglecting his teeth horribly. He won't brush every day, and didn't see a dentist at all for many years. I kept telling him it was going to catch up with him, and these past several years, it really has. He's had numerous failed root canals and just all kinds of problems with the teeth cracking and/or breaking. When something happens, he refuses to see a dentist about it until it's a crisis. He's like this with any medical issue.
Well, it came down to a big crisis. One of his failed root canal teeth, where the last dentist botched the job and broke into the next tooth, got abscessed to the point where his face swelled up the size of a softball and he was paralyzed from the pain. He actually had to miss work (and workaholic that he is, it tells you how bad it is), so I had to call and get him into the dentist yesterday. The dentist gave him a prescription for vicodin and an antibiotic, but when I dropped DH off at home, he told me he didn't want the vicodin because the motrin was working okay.
So I babied him all day yesterday and ran around for him -- even had to miss my daughter's IEP meeting and took flak from her teacher (another vent in itself... I called and told the secretary WHY I couldn't come, but she told the teacher and sped director that I wasn't coming because I thought they were dismissing her from speech/language support... WTH???). In the midst of all this, my fibro has been acting up for weeks and I'm in pain from pulling my neck out of whack. When your neck's out of whack, nothing's right, KWIM? I just feel lousy.
Today I just wanted to do nothing but lie around the house and maybe do some laundry. Then he asked me to go get the vicodin filled because he wanted it after all. GRRRR. Seriously, for as bad as I feel, it was a chore to even get ready to go to the drug store. Once I got there, the place was packed and the pharmacist told me they were really backed up and it would be a long wait. GRRRR. It wouldn't have been so bad if I'd had other errands to run or grocery shopping to do, but I didn't. There was no place to sit at the drug store, so I just came home to wait and now I'll have to lug myself out again.
Anyway, it just frustrates me. If he'd just take care of himself in the first place, this wouldn't be so bad. And if he'd only let me get the vicodin filled yesterday while I was out and about, I wouldn't have to leave the house today.
If you made it through that long winded gripe-fest, you deserve a cookie.
Husbands. 
