The most effective pain killer Hubby has run across, that kills the pain and leaves him moderately cognizant is booze. Due to all the drug interactions, he keeps it for bedtime. I suppose I should be horrified and panicstricken, but seeing him actually able to smile and hold a conversation without those pain lines in his face and voice soothes me.
It reminds me of his uncle, who, at 70-something, wanted to know what he was waiting for that he had to stop the booze and cigarettes.
edit: Besides, Teppy, as much as you mistakenly think you're a burden to him, Tim just swore in front of witnesses that he's willing to look after you. I don't think he's going to let you go down the rabbit hole. But I know it's hard to ask for help. It took me a damned long time to take the man at his word that he had my back that completely.
Well, for an Onerous Task, it went better than expected.
They were even nice, but I'm glad they're gone.
Bye, Felicia.
Besides, Teppy, as much as you mistakenly think you're a burden to him, Tim just swore in front of witnesses that he's willing to look after you. I don't think he's going to let you go down the rabbit hole.
He won't. I just feel like a HUGE asshole, because I'm essentially saying "Holy fuck I am DEPRESSED!", about 2 nanoseconds after I said "I do."
There ought to be a little bit of a honeymoon period on the crazy, is what I'm thinking.
He's never had to deal with this. When we got together, we had the conversation of "You have depression? No way! *I* have depression!" Which is charming in a whole Silver Linings Playbook kind of way, I suppose. And I remember telling him, WAY back, "I hope you never have to see my depression when it's REALLY bad. It's under control with meds," etc., etc.
I know we have a long (please god) life ahead of us, but I didn't want to subject him to this immediately after he put a ring on it. Bah.
I feel you on that, Tep.
(Not that I've been married, but for other things.)
It may be ex cloaca but there's actual science behind it. Which is why for example people like my mom would always get a raging migraine to start off any vacation.
I'm much more likely to have migraines on Fridays or Saturdays. Good because I can't call in sick to somewhere I flew to get to. But no fun.
Teppy, I was also depressed after my wedding and after buying our house. It happens.
Well, for an Onerous Task, it went better than expected. They were even nice, but I'm glad they're gone. Bye, Felicia.
Well, I am glad that it was not as awful as it could have been.
It's still hard to tell someone how many minutes per day you spend in the toilet.
Well, I am glad that it was not as awful as it could have been.
Yeah, that.
Steph, i'm really sorry that this is happening to you at a time when you really want to be happy. That sucks incredibly much. It's not fucking fair.
Steph and sj, much ~ma to both of you.
Ain't no one playin' "Sucks more to be me," just "Sometimes shit do suck surely."
So fucking true.
