I'm going through that rollercoaster of emotions again.
Friday I have my revision surgery to clear up some issues with my foobs (fake boobs) and I get my fipples (fake nipples).
Again I think I'm in that place of "it will be over once this is over." That place where I try not to think about what is coming, because if I did, I'd go nuts. Maybe I am already nuts.
I had a major nesting episode this past weekend where I started cleaning. Pete causally says "Are you bored?" Wrong thing to say. Nope, not bored, just cleaning a house that needs cleaning. I think I tarted a fight to relieve some of my pressure and he started to respond, then told me to go away. An hour later, we had both cleaned our anger away and apologized.
I'm struggling with the fact that I feel better. I feel good enough that I'm working 8 hours a day (albeit at home). I can clean for an hour (it exhausts me and I'm fast asleep by 8:30pm). I can cook/bake (but take a nap in the afternoon). It's a struggle because I keep telling Pete to go, ride his motorcycle, go to the store, walk and work out. When I want to be doing those things with him. Initially I told him to get out of the house and do stuff because it wasn't fair that he was stuck inside with me. But partially I did that because I knew that I couldn't participate. Now I think I can do it and it stings to watch him walk out of the house without me and make plans without me.
It must be like living with someone who is bi-polar, this living with me.
I've learned though, that I need to talk. That I can talk. And that it's ok to share. I'm opening up a bit by bit and letting him understand some of what's in my head. I hope that I can continue to do this, bit by bit.
So that's my story, for today and today only. All of this may or may not change tomorrow. It's just how my life is working right now.