I think we were both dreading this weekend but for different reasons, me for the after effects of the botox vs the shoulder and Andrew because of two huge gigs he had going on. Andrew has been a DJ for all our lives together and I don’t usually struggle with it. Saturday he headed off to work and I wasn’t feeling too bad I knew it was a late one, I hadn’t eaten as I felt nauseous but that wasn’t a major problem, after all I barely eat anymore.
Andrew did his best to keep in touch throughout the evening, I was watching “Orange is the New Black” as my bestest friend had given me her Netflix log in so I could watch the whole of the brand new series, which I managed to do that very day! Finally around 9pm I tried to eat a little as I knew I wouldn’t be heading to bed until the early hours either, plus I couldn’t cope with Andrew’s nagging via text anymore.
The issue I have when Andrew works late is I can’t settle in the house alone, we have a house alarm and despite this I still get scared here. So I managed a little food and settled down to watch more of OITNB, more texts flying between us, we were doing ok, both tired I could tell by the nature of his messages, my shoulder was not good but I was managing to get through the pain, I stayed downstairs for as long as possible and then decided to call it a night. I locked up, put on the hall light, checked I had locked up again (a bit OCD i know but I have to do it) and then went up, it is hard to get upstairs, especially at the moment, I only have the use of one arm. I normally use both hand rails, so there I was trying to crawl on one arm with an iPhone, an iPad, my drinks bottle and my used meds box for the day, it took a while but I got there, eventually.
I settled myself down and continued to watch rubbish TV and then once I could take no more of that, I flipped to my iPad to playing games and social media, seeing who else was awake, by now it was 2am. Finally the text came in at 3am to say he was finished and would be home in about an hour or so, I heaved a sigh of relief, for him as much as for me, he would be knackered. As much as he puts on FB that its “great” and he “loves” it, it is exhausting and its now causing him medical issues 😦 Eventually at 5:15am my poor husband climbed into bed, I think he fell asleep in ten seconds, I didn’t but I was comforted to know he was home. Before he got into bed I managed to get him to give me more painkillers and sleeping tablets in the hope of knocking myself out for a few hours. I think it must have worked I dozed off for a bit, but once again the throbbing in my shoulder woke me back up. Andrew was so tired that I got up and let him sleep, he really didn’t need me fidgeting next to him, so most of his Father’s Day was spent asleep.
Now sadly by the time he came downstairs I noticed I wasn’t feeling too good, I had begun to burn up, a real fever, I don’t get them too often. He had bought down the duvet so we watched the Grand Prix wrapped up and I was still shivery. I made a point of drinking loads of my electrolyte drink to flush my system of any nasties, I was obviously coming down with something. That night I struggled not only with my shoulder but with the temperature, I added one paracetamol to try and break the sweats, into every medicine round and it seemed to do the trick but through the night was torture. Monday morning couldn’t come soon enough I had barely slept and had drunk a litre of fluid during the night, I felt so ill. The strange thing was I didn’t have a sore throat, runny nose, nothing just this raging temperature. I spent the day curled in bed, somewhere between asleep and awake I was just drifting in and out.
Andrew had another gig that night and finally I broke, I was just too ill. I cried as he left me real sobs, I was in pain and had no-one there to help, just for once I wanted him to stay home, to send someone else. I hated DJing that night just once I hated it. It was the pain talking and I knew it and so did he, oh yes I told him 🙂 I ran out of my drink at 11ish and needed more, so on strict orders went down on my bottom when I got to the bottom I stood up, only I wasn’t on the bottom step, I was one up, I stepped and I took a flailing step and flung my arms out, and of course my bad arm and shoulder swung out. It hadn’t moved at all for days, the pain seered through me and I fell down and cried, really sobbed for half an hour, on my hall floor, I couldn’t move and I didn’t know what to do. My arm was killing me, I was stuck and I was alone. The pain eventually settled and I calmed down, and I looked at the stairs, there was no way I was walking up them, I felt sick, my pots was now playing up thanks to the pain and with one arm I was going to have to drag myself up them. So it took me another half an hour to drag myself up the stairs, by the time I got back to bed I was exhausted and an emotional mess.
Andrew and I had stayed in touch throughout all of the night and I told him straight enough was enough, so of course we ended up at A&E the next day. Its always a difficult one Andrew’s job and my care, a very fine balance but we discussed it afterwards and agreed that with jobs where the hours are stupidly long, then maybe we should make care arrangements, especially when I am already poorly, I think that was the issue this weekend. I was already sick poor Andrew was on a hiding to nothing. So this weekend was a particularly rough weekend for both of us, hopefully we won’t go through anything like that again anytime soon.