It looks like the Gastroenterologist has found the right combination to get my digestive system working again in a manageable way. I haven’t had any pain or bloating now for several days, and I’ve been able to eat some things I wouldn’t have dreamed of trying just last week. I still don’t have an appetite, but I still need to lose weight, too! So I’ll count that as a blessing for right now.
We had our Date Day today, instead of yesterday, because our respite care giver couldn’t come yesterday. We had an enjoyable day together, not really doing much, but just relaxing. With my balance as wacky as it is right now, there’s not much else we could do.
Daddy, DH, and I had our first big flare up of tempers this evening. It was just a matter of time before it happened. We’ve been trying to stall it by getting out of the house a couple of days each week, but it was inevitable.
Daddy hates the idea of having anybody in his house, doing things he would normally be doing, or changing his routines. He’s been independent too long to take easily to having DH and me here, and certainly to having Frances here two days a week. And he hates not being able to take care of himself any more.
We’ve understood how he felt, so we’ve been biting our tongues ever since he fell, as his bitterness shows through in almost everything he says to us. Hopefully this show of temper on all our parts will clear the air for a little while, but that remains to be seen.
So my relaxing day had a somewhat dramatic end, but as thick as the tension has been around here, it may well have been for the best in the long run. I can only hope so.