Actually, my wife talks all the time. She'll follow me to the bathroom, I shut the door directly in her face, and she continues to talk through the bathroom door. But tonight I finally got her to open up.
She has refused to give her opinion on my meds. It's always been entirely up to me, my life, my decision. Finally tonight I sat her down and made her see that it's me vs 7 other people in a quality of life question. That's a no-brainer. If the family is happier, if she is happier, then it's a done deal. She finally admitted, after relentless grilling by me, that things are easier for the family when I'm on meds. OK - I can deal with this. She did say I'm cycling more quickly, which isn't necessarily good, and gave me a little more insight. I appreciated her input.
I see my pdoc in a week. I'm going to lay this all out, and see what direction I should go.
Damn, I sound like such a basket case. Yes, no, up down, confident, doubting...
Thanks to all for your comments, emails, and support.
Monday, March 27, 2006
My Wife Talked!
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6 comments:
Glad things moved a little Jon. Take care of yourself.
Basket cases are wrapped up in white jackets in the ward... us mostly sane people are out here, trying to be ourselves :)
Guess that doesn't say much for those of us who have been in a ward huh...
*sigh* ppl can be so quick to reach for that joke.
Don't jump to conclusions, Crystal. Only those that have been in that situation are allowed to joke about it.
Having your wife behind you is a big help. It also sounds like she watches before she assesses. A good combination.
Keep going!
You don't sound 1 bit like a basket case to me. You sound as though you're thinking of your family first & waiting to see your pdoc before you make any changes. That sounds pretty damn sensible to me. I've been praying for you & will continue to do so.
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