I know I should know this, I'll be a NP in December, but I am so mad right now I can not think.
I am scheduled for my repeat scope (EGD) on the 25th, a follow-up from the fiasco last month where I had a bleeding ulcer, lost 6 pints of blood, and almost died.
My husband knows this is scheduled, knows I'm nervous, and in his infinite wisdom, has chosen to do the absolute most inhuman, awful, stress-inducing thing he could.
He has invited my mother-in-law for the weekend before the scope. He initially said she would just come for Saturday, we would go for a meal, she would leave, "and she won't be in your hair for very long". Now he has changed it. She will be spending the night. He's even talking about not working that Sunday (if he worked, she would go home early).
I cannot stand my mother in law. I have tried to be nice since I have known her, but it has gotten to the point that I can not stand to be in the same room with her. She has psych issues (MAJOR bipolar) that she refuses to get help for. She alternately resembles a Chihuahua on speed, to be immediately followed by a crying jag. She punctuates every sentence with a Pillsbury Doughboy-like, high pitched little-girl giggle and a clap of her hands. Drives me crazy.
This was partly to blame for my condition, I feel, simply because of the stress. My husband accused me of being lazy and acting out because I did not like his family when I began manifesting s/s of the blood loss. His tune changed after I puked blood and passed out on him. He has not said anything like that since.
So, on the weekend that I need peace and quiet the most, I am going to be forced to put up with a dingbat who does not have the sense God gave a radish. Hubby's school of thought is that, since they (his mom and brother) finished packing up the vacation house after the ambulance took me away, I should put up with everything, like his brother as an every-weekend houseguest who leaves wet towels on my carpet, spit cups all over, and does not have the common decency to clean up after himself, and his mother as well, who, by all accounts, should be receiving inpatient treatment.
this is definitely my biggest stressor. Short of a divorce (and I do not want that), I don't know what to do. I guess I should feel bad for feeling like this, but I'm hoping you fellow daughters in law can sympathize.
Specializes in med-surg, psych, ER, school nurse-CRNP.
Thanks, leslie.
I am highly considering a second opinion, though, for the simple reason that we know NSAIDS had a hand in my ulcer. I was told never to take them again, and I now have them listed as an allergy, by the advice of about 10 docs and 3 pharmDs. I mentioned that to my GI guy this am, and he said, "Oh that's probably not necessary, you could probably still take them."
WTH, man!?!?!?!?!
So, right now, I'm mad and I really don't have a lot of faith, after that statement. NSAIDS nearly killed me, and I was a Motrin lover from WAY back, but I stopped them. Now this guy who has stripped my tummy of everything else I love wants to hand me the Roto-Rooter again, so to speak. Kinda makes me wonder.
Thank you again, though. You truly don't know how much I appreciate you.
leslie :-D
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i'm really sorry, angel.
this really incorporates a major lifestyle change...
once i get my juicer working, i'll share my irresistable, newfound recipes for the smoothies i've yet to make.
sweet dreams, honey.
leslie