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sometimes i wonder why i can't look away from this crap, for my own good. argh. how are you all weathering the news?
things are pretty good here. hubby has caught up his sleep deficit and is feeling pretty good, and thinking clearly. he is making good use of therapy, and seems to have a good fit with his shrink. i fired mine. she was getting under my skin, and not in a useful and pertinent way. she wasn't really doing anything to guide me, but when she did have anything to say, it was so off base, and in such an insulting direction. just no freaking respect. said i was ambivalent about my marriage and stayed because i was afraid. :wtf: and stopped me from talking about many things in the joint sessions. let him sit and try to negotiate the property settlement, tho. never stopped him from saying anything. incident #4,325,467 in the "looked for help", got shit instead file. looking for an art therapist. which is what i wanted a while ago, but couldn't switch in all the chaos.
but that crazy shit is all over. he really is rested, calm, loving, and we are wading through and sorting out things that we have been doing for 20 years. he finally got his sleep test, and flunked big time. bad apnea. gee, little wifey was right after all. wow. poor baby, tho. he has always been downright phobic of doctors. now he is knee deep in them. he has been having gall bladder attacks. the first big one sent him to the er, thinking it might be a heart attack. now he is looking at surgery. and high blood pressure, cholesterol, liver enzymes. just when he starts to get in touch with his feelings, a truckload of anxiety lands at his doorstep. sleep will help a lot of these things. the knife, tho. aaarrrgghh!
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