I suppose that most of you have read my complaints of not being able to communicate with my husband and most Drs. I KNOW the root cause, which I will NOT go into, BUT I am finding that if I can manage to "Be up front, honest with THEM" it does help—-let the chips fall where they may. I was such a PEOPLE PLEASER it was pathetic and a pain to be around!
I faced my husband with my thoughts on his attitude and reluctance to take me to Wichita today, about 75 miles north of us, and he shared that he was tired of GOING! Well, I thought, and shared, I really don't like to go that much either!! BUT—-we kinda laughed!
Well, it is a GOOD thing that we LAUGHED to warm us up for the following errors—-I got busy cleaning in the kitchen so was off to a late start! I shared that I was tired of having so many interruptions, I couldn't get anything done either—and he NODDED! ok—-so far—-
We wwere 10 min LATE, and as we drove in to the Hospital, a sinking feeling hit me, THIS WAS THE WRONG PLACE and for the life of me I could NOT remember what the correct address was—-I THOUGHT that he knew—he usually knows more about what way the car is going , than I, I just go along for the ride!
"WHAT???! Screeched thru his clamped teeth!! What? I firmly said that it was all My fault (he loves THOSE words) but it was my surgeon, not the pulmonologist, it was my fault as I hadn't told him SURGEON or he would have known better. Probably so, dear—IT IS OK, we are late anyway, then the correct address came to his mind, NOT MINE—I was past THINKING—-and he proudly pulled back out into the traffic and we sped further north for 10 min, then we were there! Only 20 min LATE! (I am never late for a Dr appt—-)I asked them if they would go ahead and see me——"yes" got my ua and went on back!
So Jack was pleased that he had finally gotten me there, and it was my fault as I didn't have the card—-and it is OK——I have been flaky lately—
The urologist was so nice!! He looked at Jack and listened and did me also, very respectful!!! YEAH!!! He said my urine was great,my incision still had some pink, proud flesh, which doesn't mean anything to me—-but was OK, asked me how I felt—if I was breathing better, had more energy—told me to behave myself! Jack snorted, and he kindly said,"that is what I thought" so CARING!! I couldn't believe it!!! Then we had an uneventful trip home!
My greatest fear of NOT making Jack mad, worked out when I faced it and discussed it, accepting my share of blame, then the Dr seemed to READ me and was so KIND!!! I am so thankful that I vented here before I left as I think that it helped me to open my eyes more clearly and grow one more step out of this horrible depression!! Have others had similar experiences? It can relate to having diabetis or anything else, nothing to be ashamed of here!!! Hugs, Pat Roth
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