Filed under: family life, husbands, mom, worries | Tags: Chef Boyardee, diabetic, diets, dinner, stay-at-home parents
I am going to attempt a measured post here…but boy does The Husband have me steamed right now. Currently, it is about 7:00 in the evening. I was just asked by the husband to cook the boys some dinner.
So, here’s the deal! I worked all day today. I’m tired, physically. Frankly, I’m also tired emotionally of the blatant double standard. Unless I was deathly ill, my husband would never have agreed to cook dinner for the boys when I was the full-time, stay-at-home parent. He would have also insisted that I plan the menus and wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
Tonight, I snapped. Not only did his request push me over the edge, it also brought a lot to the service. I began to think about what he had been serving the boys when I got home from work. Nine times out of ten, he is serving them either hot dogs, sandwiches (grilled cheese or PB&J), or something from a can (think Chef Boyardee). Vegetables….maybe, maybe not…all depends on my husband’s mood.
It is hard for me to be away from the boys all day and then for The Husband to be so lax about their eating habits just makes it that much harder. It is especially frustrating given the fact that The Husband is diabetic and should know the importance of a health diet. He takes great care in making sure he is eating properly and I just can’t understand why he can’t do the same for the kids.
So, today I had a colonoscopy. I have a pretty strong family history of colon polyps (my brother is 33 and he’s already had some removed!) and a generally angry, disgruntled lower intestine. Don’t worry I won’t get into too much detail on that, other than I’ve had many years of anger directed at me by lower intestine. Sometimes there’s a truce, but other times…
So, I had to have a colonoscopy to make sure all is OK. The jury is still out on that. No polyps, thankfully. But, they’re checking for microcytic colitis and celiac disease. So, they took some biopsy samples and I have to have some blood drawn. This doctor was a new gastroenterologist for me. I think I’ll have another post about how I’m a little ticked that the other GI doc I saw 9 years ago for a colonoscopy didn’t check for these conditions…but back to the original topic of this post.
So, they give you some really nice drugs…Propofol to be exact. Fortunately, I didn’t have a reaction like Michael Jackson apparently did. At any rate, I was asleep quickly and wasn’t even aware of what was going during it. However, the first thing I remember, as I was waking up, was the nurses laughing and saying, “You’re at the endoscopy center. You’re not at work, although you must have been dreaming about it.”
I didn’t even ask what I was talking about as I woke up, but hopefully didn’t say anything to crazy about a patient or my co-workers! Is it a HIPAA violation if you’re intoxicated or incapacitated by a drug?
That is what I have decided I need to do to save my sanity. I have been in a funk lately, worrying and thinking about a few things going on in my life. I’ve been obsessing over a lot of issues and it has really gotten to me.
So, I’ve decided the problem isn’t really the issue, but how I’ve been (or not been) coping with it. I’m trying to focus only on the big things. The little things, I’m going to try to let those go. I see the little things happening and then I read so much into those little details that it is driving me absolutely nuts.
So, I’m going to try to not sweat the small stuff, focus on the bigger picture and hope that the bigger picture becomes clearer!