Am I patient?

 It turns out the food and drink festival is on this coming Saturday, not yesterday, I got the date wrong.  Husband was delighted at that - he always gets dates, appointments and times wrong so gleefully and smugly told me "See, it's not just me!" 😒  I get something wrong once, he does it all the time 😜

Some of you have said I must have oodles of patience.....I wouldn't ever have said before that I was a particularly patient person, the opposite in fact.  But yes, in dealing with husband on a daily basis I have to be extremely patient.  For instance, this morning he was doing his weekly dosette box pill fill up - he does it, at his insistence, with me supervising.  He's actually pretty good at getting all the pills sorted into the twice daily little boxes, with the occasional slip up which I help him to sort out.  What he has trouble with though is actually getting the pills out of their packets safely - he tends to ping the pills around and every Sunday, 2 or 3 end up on the floor, with both of us scrabbling around on the floor looking for them.  Which worries me, as I'm always concerned if we can't find one, Betty might, and I don't want her eating random human pills!  About a month ago, I bought husband a gadget for extracting pills safely from packets, it's a bit like a stapler with a container that the pill falls safely into.  Well, that's the theory, and it does actually work quite well, although is a bit fiddly to use.  Husband can't stand anything fiddly though, so now refuses to use it, nor will he let me do it for him.  He's extremely obstinate, as I've said before, if he doesn't want to do something then he won't, and there's absolutely no budging him.

He asked me this morning what one of his pills is for - it's Dapagliflozin, one of his heart pills, it's a mild diuretic and helps lower blood pressure and ease the heart's load.....it's also a diabetes medication, I take Empagliflozin for my diabetes, it's in the same family as the Dapa.  Well, husband then insisted it was for his diabetes (he's only borderline diabetic and takes no medication for it), I said no, it's for his heart.  So, as is his custom, he then began an argument insisting adamantly that he was given it for diabetes.  No he wasn't, the GP - on the advice of his cardiologist - prescribed it for his heart.....I was there in the surgery with him at the time, so I know!  This is where my patience comes in - husband is so bloody-minded, when he thinks he's right about something he is so scathing and talks down to me, treating me as if I'm an idiot.  It takes all of my restraint and tolerance not to do what I really feel like doing - which is to whack him round the ear with a frying pan and walk out the door.  Instead, I just have to walk away, seething inside.....so yes I guess you could say I'm very patient now.

It's quite upsetting, the man I've loved since I was 21 and married at 23 would never, had never treated me like that up until a couple of years ago - that man doesn't exist anymore, which is so sad.

The oppressive heat and humidity has gone, it's beautifully fresh - and even slightly cool - today.  Such a relief, my body's not built for hot humid temperatures.  Once again, we've got a week with no medical appointments....I said that last week though and we ended up with a last-minute podiatry appointment for husband.  Oh, just remembered, husband's key worker is due to ring for a phone appointment on Wednesday.  I suppose it's nice that they're monitoring his mental state, albeit on the phone once a month, but I really don't think it's much use.  Whilst she's nice enough, seems caring and very earnestly asks questions about how he's feeling and we're both coping, the problem is she insists on speaking to both of us at the same time, on speakerphone.  Which means husband talks over me, as usual, I hardly get a chance to say anything, and in any case I have to be careful about what I say, as if I say something husband doesn't like or disagrees with, it rebounds on me as he has a right go at me later once the call has ended.