Almost- Breathing a sigh of relief. Tomorrow I’m checking the husband into a nursing home for possibly 2 weeks so I can take Josh to grad school.
I can not describe to you how desperately I this break. I was talking to my therapist last week, who pushed me to leave him there for 2 weeks instead of 1 and if everything works out smoothly that is what I am going to do.
The last few weeks were pretty stressful here. He seemed to have developed another intestinal infection, which amped up significantly for the month of August, (don’t ask) and the hospice finally ordered the tests to culture his stool and gave him 3 days of antibiotics to use while waiting for the results. I got the sample on Saturday, immediately gave him the antibiotics and he hasn’t pooped since. But you know who is going to have to deal with this? The nursing home! I’m so happy.
My entire soul is weeping with gratitude that I am taking a break. Josh and I will hang out in Canada for the weekend, I’ll head out on Sunday and go directly to my friend Pal’s for a couple of days. Then if all goes well, I’ll stop by the house for a night, throw my clothes in the washer, mow the lawn, and then head up to the heart of New England to see two other good friends who I haven’t seen in forever.
I am trying to keep my happiness inside until we are on the road. But I am so fucking happy.
The husband, is just slower, weaker, more confused than ever. This morning he could not snap out of a vivid dream that he had. But the one good thing is that he always knows exactly who I am and that he can rely on me but holy hell. This is fucking HARD.
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