So, I'm really a nice person. But, I sometimes get in bad moods. Ok, often. STFU, ok, all the time! Gah! Anyway. My husband has to live a life full of doubt (due to his OCD) and anxiety and health issues. I always try to be understanding. But, every now and then I get bitchy. Because he complains. A lot. Ok, maybe not a lot, but enough. Seriously, though, he deserves to be able to complain. His life is pretty difficult.
He has 3 kidneys, 2 of them the size of footballs and covered in cysts that like to burst and cause pain, the third one newly transplanted from an 18 year old kid who died from a head injury. He has to take about 17 medications (not even exaggerating here) on a daily basis to make sure that new kidney doesn't turn on him and try to reject him. It's my honey, who could reject him?! Anyway, he also has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder which can sometimes make leaving the house an act of Congress (amiright?) and can sometimes make him as helpless as a child. There have been nights when I've waited for over 45 minutes for him to finish "checking" before he could come to bed and countless times I've caught him touching the burners on the stove and in the oven "to make sure they aren't on". He sometimes doubts his artist abilities, he used to doubt his love for me and always he doubts that the garage door is really down.
So, back to the transplant part - he now has a suppressed immune system and this means he can catch any little bug and where it might knock you or me down a couple of pegs and make us have stuffy noses, for him, it can mean a visit to the ER or a stay in the hospital, like with the recent pancreatitis at the end of September. Well, today we ended up in a CareNow clinic because he was afraid he might have a urinary tract infection. This is where the bitch part comes in, by the way. Thought I forgot what the fuck I was writing about, didn't you?
Well, we wake up LATE this morning. I'm irritable because I slept too long and I was hungry and I had cramps from hell the night before and, honestly, I was a little hungover from the muscle relaxant I finally agreed to take the night before to help with my back spasms and cramping. So, instant bitch! For the record, before I took the goddamn pill the night before, I said I didn't want to because I had taken one the night he had the pancreatitis and had to drive him to the ER 3 hrs after taking it and that had to be dangerous so I was afraid something like that might happen again when I took them! And, fucking universe has it out for me because something happened!!
He tells me he was up having some issues in the peepee department since 3 AM and had called the on call nephrologist to see what needed to be done. They said, if it continues, to go to CareNow or the ER in the morning.
So, I'm hungry, groggy, cramping and irritable when he tells all of this. I'm mentally rolling my eyes because, let's face it, with his OCD, he can sometimes be a hypochondriac. With his doubt, he always asks me what he should do. And, sometimes, I don't know how to respond. So, he starts this up this morning, this line of questioning and I just grab his phone and check him in for an appointment to CareNow. I was kind of bitchy about it, too. But, we got the call and headed out. I'm STARVING by this point. Anyway, we get there, they run some tests, a random doctor who didn't read his chart comes in and rudely announces that he has a UTI and that he needs to see a specialist because "guys don't get UTI's, man", etc, etc. So, we tell him, he has about 30 specialists, he has polycystic kidney disease, and he's a transplant patient. AND OH YEAH, WE ALREADY TOLD THE FUCKING NURSE HIS WHOLE DAMN HEALTH HISTORY AND SHE WROTE IT IN THE CHART. Btw, that last part was all in my head, but seriously, FUCKING READ THE CHART.
So, I'm being a bitch to my husband and thinking he was over exaggerating and he actually does have an infection :( Again, for me or some of you reading this that would mean some painful urination, lots of cranberry juice and some meds. For him, if we had waited much longer or not gone in at all, it could have meant kidney failure.
I'm such a bitch.
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