I would like to start this post by saying that I do NOT feel guilty for the fact that I need to vent to my hubby about how icky I feel. If you read anearlier post, then you know that I was hurting. Honestly, if I hadn’t found enough neosporin, I would have totally gone to the station. I don’t care how upper inner thigh this is. It still hurts and it’s been over 24 hours now!
My ankle is twisted as well. I have no idea how that happened, but I have to limp to walk and there is no way I’m doing any cardio. Aleve isn’t even helping it and I can’t take advil because I’m allergic.
So then we get the reality check right? I refuse to cry and I refuse to diminish my issues. I know that sounds cold and it will be even colder once you hear the issue. But, this is our life and it’s something we have to deal with. My husband is remarkable for being able to listen and acknowledge how bad my issues are when he’s had a really, super-duper horrible day of calls. Usually, he starts off on that so I don’t rant, but I could see why he didn’t want to.
Today I even told my daughter that we needed to cut Dad some slack this weekend if he needs it. Don’t pick on him as much as normal and just help out. She understands and she’s a great kid. Even though she’s a teenage wise-mouth, she does understand that those calls suck. We are really blessed with awesome kids. I do take responsibility for a lot of how they’ve come out, but some is luck as well. lol
Anyway, after I get done ranting about it and icing my ankle and bitching. He lets me know who he was working with and that they always have shitty calls. He’s very matter of fact in the call he went on. So I do get a smack in the reality check. I get those frequently anymore because he doesn’t vent to me as much as he used to. Anyway, this was truly horrible. A little fell out a second story window to the concrete driveway. Of course, I won’t go into details as I’m not supposed to know it happened. But, unfortunately you can think of how bad it could be and it was. This is what he comes back with after I am complaining about my raw thighs and my twisted ankle. Really? Why does he have to be thrown with more on my bad days?
I’d just like to say that the universe does not need to toss more crap his way to balance out my bad days. I can deal with mine. I do deal with mine because I have no choice. I just want a little sympathy for my aches and pains. When he comes back with the shitty day that happened, and that was not all in the day by any means, then I am led to believe I should feel bad. I WON’T! I refuse to feel bad. My pain, is my pain. It is not diminished because he see’s so much worse.
Thankfully my man does not expect anything less. Which is why he listened to me first and then passingly brought it up. Although that brings up some new issues since I wouldn’t have gotten it passingly brought up just a year ago. I don’t need to be pampered from what he sees and helps and deals with. I dealt with it 8 years all on my own before this. I don’t want him thinking he needs to shield me from it now just because he has others to talk to. That’s not how our relationship works.
