I Feel Like A Punching Bag.

I’m sure y’all are wondering…what the hell happened earlier?

I think I hit my wit’s end and I called my husband and BLEW THE HELL UP ON HIM. Then I hung up on him.

His mother is overstepping her bounds in a MAJOR WAY and I am sick and tired of it. If she wants to get into a territorial pissing match with me, she’s more than welcome to. Because you know what?

I’ll win. And that’s all there is to it.

He and I still have to have a discussion about that.

I also blew up on him over the fact that hubby IS NOT feeling well AT ALL and I don’t think he should go back to work tomorrow. In fact, I think he should take off Thursday and Friday to relax and recuperate and then go back to work next Tuesday. He’s still on pain meds. He’s still in a lot of pain. He works twelve hour shifts of manual labor. You tell me.

Quite frankly, we’re both beginning to think the doctor fucked something up. Hubby should not be in this much pain at this stage of the game.

Hubby’s going into work tomorrow to fill out the paperwork for short-term disability. He’s going to see if he can get paid somehow for the last three weeks. Right now, any little bit will help. We’re not starving…the bills are all paid up for now…but it’ll be tight for the next few weeks, and any help we can get would be nice.

Especially since I’ve just about halved the savings account to pay all the bills, just so we wouldn’t have to worry about them as we move into November.

We ended up back at the hospital tonight. Hubby had two x-rays taken to see if there’s anything wrong with the stents. Tomorrow he’s going to call the doctor to see what’s what and to see if he can get a refill on his pain meds.

We didn’t get home until late. I’m exhausted, my eyes are burning, and my stomach is in an uproar. My nerves are SHOT. It is now time for me to go to bed.