i know i already posted about my perfect amazing wonderful husband...but i need to vent. I need to vent about how i am unable to be a perfect amazing wife. GRRRR!
I have this lovely thing. they call it hyperemesis. it makes me nauseated. it makes me throw up. it makes me feel awful a hundred percent of the time it feels like.
Now i have these other things. They are called laundry, dishes, the bathroom, dinner, grocery shopping, and work.
because of hyperemesis i can't do those other things unless i am hooked to an iv bag which hangs on an ugly pole. now. how the heck am i supposed to get these done when i am hooked to a pole. well i have to carry my laundry basket push the pole a little bit. pick the laundry basket back up move it some more. push the pole a little bit. etc until i make it to the washer. the whole time this defective piece of crap pole doesn't stay up so my iv bag lets all the blood run back into the tubing forcing me to sit down and wait for it to flush out if i can get the pole to stand back up correctly.
So as i become sicker and sicker. the house becomes dirtier and dirtier. i get anxious because the endless clutter and undone chores drives me nuts. i end up crying on the couch wondering how i am going to be a mom if i can't even keep the house clean now.
end of vent.
i just have to keep telling myself there is an end to all of this. i hope.