I feel broken as a result of over a year of strict COVID isolation. I am frustrated at people who don't take COVID and precautions seriously. Can't control other people, but their actions impact my quality of life. Talking with my therapist doesn't really help, gratitude only goes so far.
On the day that my BIL was scheduled for his 1st Covid vaccine, he found out that he has cancer for the 4th time in 5 years. My nephew is only 6 and my sister is significantly younger than I am. I am scared so them.
I have kept my kindergartener home this year so that we could continue to see my parents, sister, BIL and nephew (they are in the same household). I wanted to see my cancer survivor parents and for my nephew to have a learning pod.
On the day that my BIL was scheduled for his 1st Covid vaccine, he found out that he has cancer for the 4th time in 5 years. My nephew is only 6 and my sister is significantly younger than I am. I am scared so them.
I entered the kitchen this morning to find my DH wiping off the island with his underwear.
I had a monumental eruption that I'm sure could be seen from space, shouted WHAT ARE YOU DOING, I PREPARE MY FOOD THERE, W.....T.....F!!??!!
To which he replied "they're fairly clean" (likely meaning he put them on after his previous evening shower and wore them to bed)
Which led to another monumental eruption from me about buttholes and other parts and the more surprised he looked at how appalled I was the angrier I got.
There are paper towels on the island, there's windex, granite cleaner, bleach within finger distance. Why on earth he thought it was a better idea to walk down the hall to the laundry cart and remove his dirty underwear to use is beyond my ability to understand. I don't want to understand.
I sprayed a half inch of bleach on the granite and let it sit there a half hour then used ammonia then used granite cleaner.
He promised not to do it again.
There might come a time when I can laugh about it, but it's not happening today.
I worried for fIve years that I was developing heart failure with cardiomyopathy. I got a routine echocardiogram in 2016 that showed my heart was borderline low normal with other not so great changes..The cardiologist repeated it a year later with basically the same result but more on the edge of normal. I was supposed to get another echocardiogram but I never made the appointments to have it done. I continued to see him but wouldn’t go in to have the echo. He wanted to repeat it in two years...I waited until yesterday...four years later. I started on special supplements to support my heart five years ago. I believe they helped...My results today say I don’t have heart failure or cardiomyopathy..My ejection fraction is now firmly in the normal range...I’m so relieved but feel like I have PTSD because of living for five years with the thought that my heart could be failing. Now I know I’m fine..l can’t tell you how happy I am today. Sorry to ramble but I had to get it out...I’m a happy old girl..
I entered the kitchen this morning to find my DH wiping off the island with his underwear.
I had a monumental eruption that I'm sure could be seen from space, shouted WHAT ARE YOU DOING, I PREPARE MY FOOD THERE, W.....T.....F!!??!!
To which he replied "they're fairly clean" (likely meaning he put them on after his previous evening shower and wore them to bed)
Which led to another monumental eruption from me about buttholes and other parts and the more surprised he looked at how appalled I was the angrier I got.
There are paper towels on the island, there's windex, granite cleaner, bleach within finger distance. Why on earth he thought it was a better idea to walk down the hall to the laundry cart and remove his dirty underwear to use is beyond my ability to understand. I don't want to understand.
I sprayed a half inch of bleach on the granite and let it sit there a half hour then used ammonia then used granite cleaner.
He promised not to do it again.
There might come a time when I can laugh about it, but it's not happening today.
I entered the kitchen this morning to find my DH wiping off the island with his underwear.
I had a monumental eruption that I'm sure could be seen from space, shouted WHAT ARE YOU DOING, I PREPARE MY FOOD THERE, W.....T.....F!!??!!
To which he replied "they're fairly clean" (likely meaning he put them on after his previous evening shower and wore them to bed)
Which led to another monumental eruption from me about buttholes and other parts and the more surprised he looked at how appalled I was the angrier I got.
There are paper towels on the island, there's windex, granite cleaner, bleach within finger distance. Why on earth he thought it was a better idea to walk down the hall to the laundry cart and remove his dirty underwear to use is beyond my ability to understand. I don't want to understand.
I sprayed a half inch of bleach on the granite and let it sit there a half hour then used ammonia then used granite cleaner.
He promised not to do it again.
There might come a time when I can laugh about it, but it's not happening today.
was he wearing any underwear whilst he wiped?
I entered the kitchen this morning to find my DH wiping off the island with his underwear.
I had a monumental eruption that I'm sure could be seen from space, shouted WHAT ARE YOU DOING, I PREPARE MY FOOD THERE, W.....T.....F!!??!!
To which he replied "they're fairly clean" (likely meaning he put them on after his previous evening shower and wore them to bed)
Which led to another monumental eruption from me about buttholes and other parts and the more surprised he looked at how appalled I was the angrier I got.
There are paper towels on the island, there's windex, granite cleaner, bleach within finger distance. Why on earth he thought it was a better idea to walk down the hall to the laundry cart and remove his dirty underwear to use is beyond my ability to understand. I don't want to understand.
I sprayed a half inch of bleach on the granite and let it sit there a half hour then used ammonia then used granite cleaner.
He promised not to do it again.
There might come a time when I can laugh about it, but it's not happening today.
I worried for fIve years that I was developing heart failure with cardiomyopathy. I got a routine echocardiogram in 2016 that showed my heart was borderline low normal with other not so great changes..The cardiologist repeated it a year later with basically the same result but more on the edge of normal. I was supposed to get another echocardiogram but I never made the appointments to have it done. I continued to see him but wouldn’t go in to have the echo. He wanted to repeat it in two years...I waited until yesterday...four years later. I started on special supplements to support my heart five years ago. I believe they helped...My results today say I don’t have heart failure or cardiomyopathy..My ejection fraction is now firmly in the normal range...I’m so relieved but feel like I have PTSD because of living for five years with the thought that my heart could be failing. Now I know I’m fine..l can’t tell you how happy I am today. Sorry to ramble but I had to get it out...I’m a happy old girl..
Thank you @junebug17! I’m so relieved!