Enough Already!
Tue., April 8, 10:11 AM
I am coming to the point of diminishing returns. I have had it! You could refer back to about eight months ago, when Husband was prescribed nebulized medication to help treat his lung problems. For all that time, I have been administering those treatments, from the original four times a day, then three times, and finally twice a day.
He doesn’t like them. He complains. He procrastinates. He even tried turning off the machine, but I could hear it go off… I hated the job, but I did it, just as I give him all his other meds. It meant staying awake until his bedtime whether I was tired or not. He’s certainly not going to do it himself.
Last weekend I set him up, as usual, reminding him to breathe in — nose or mouth — just to get the stuff into his lungs. I can’t stay in the room, not just because he doesn’t want me there, but because he turns up the radio or television till it’s painful for me. I set the kitchen timer and returned when it beeped.
The mask was lying on the table, with the machine still running and all the mist just dissipating into the air. I was furious, and I haven’t given him a treatment since. I don’t know whether he noticed; if he did, he probably thinks he put one over on me.
I will be damned if I am going to kill myself over this any more. Husband is at day care today, and I have accomplished today’s task. I packed away the machine, along with the medications, the masks and the tubing. I have reclaimed my kitchen counter, where I kept the delivery assemblies, and the corner of my couch, where I kept a carton with a three-month supply of meds.
In the process of storing all the paraphernalia in his room, I pulled out another carton full of…yarn. I thought I had some more somewhere. There’s even some rather nice baby yarn, which I must have bought before my eyes went bad. I had forgotten that and recently bought some more.
Oh, well, the baby will have two blankets.
