Take my husband, PLEASE!
Turning off the heat!!!




One time my hubby was dealing with pneumonia, taking antibotics and a doctors prescribed bottle of cough syup laced with codeine along with his vicodin for his hernia-ated disks.
So when I returned this one evening from attending a family function alone, I found him lying flat on his back on the ceramic tile floor in front of the bed located in our bedroom.
Now, here comes the weird part, under his head was an electrical extension plug adapter while under his left leg which was bent over to the side was a computer printer cable.
As I calmy stood there looking at him, the thoughts going thru my head were that if he was dead, I would have a lot of explaining to do to the police. Like, where I was all evening, what was our relationship like, what medications was he on, did I touch his bottles of meds and the real humdinger of them all that starts the murder investigation, how much insurance coverage do I carry upon his death.
So, what did I do to see if he was alive? I kick him in the head and strongly said his name out loud. Not a hard kick. I used my foot with the bad knee. Needless to say, he was able to lurch up off his back a bit and let out a grunting snore.
Yes, he was alive. Medicated but alive because he went back to sleep and now, again fully down on the ceramic tile floor.
As I stood there, still calm, I noticed how his leg was still bent in that weird way. Now, I was thinking, Oh, crap!. What if it's broken. Now, I have to call for an ambulance. They will have to bring up a stretcher to the top floor and carried him down to the hospital. And again, I will have to explain to the cops, the emt's, and the docs about all of his meds and how he took too much of that cough sryup, too. Another possible investigation into a possible murder attempt for what little insurance money I will get out of it.
Once again, I said his name out loud, got his attention after another grunting snore came out of him and I told him to move his bent leg. It did. It was not broken and I manage to get the computer printer cable out from under it. My job was done. I sat down in my bedroom chair, went online, and got to catch a few shows on TV that I didn't have to fight over to see. You see, I left him on that floor, on that ceramic tile floor because I knew that soon enough, the coldness of the tile floor would get to him. It did. He managed to get up and go to the bed. Problem sovled. No police and no hospital stay.


Halina
I've got a million of them. I bought him Ting for athlete's feet. Well, that's not all he had, he had jock itch also. You know, they are the same thing.........right?? I bought the stuff, it was CHEAP and gave it to him. After his nightly bath he put some on and then I heard an ungodly scream and running feet. He made it to the window unit, naked and fanning himself. I laughed so hard that I was sore for the next few days. He won't touch anything like that unless he reads on it to make sure it's for jock itch also. Can't understand why he doesn't trust me? maybe it's also because.............
hugss
GrannyLaLa
P.S. Your hubby have a good night sleep on the cold floor?
Well I think you've done pretty well in 3 1/2 mths. Im 8 mths out and have only lost 39 lbs so you've done a lot better then me. I think you should ask him if he could lose 32 lbs in 3 mths and if he says yes he could tell him you want to see him do it. Let him see how hard it is, he may find its not as easy as he thinks it is and then he'll respect you from now on. Don't let him discourage you because like I said, you're doing better then some of us who are further out of surgery then you are so ignore his rude comments and if he can't be supportive of you then maybe you don't really need him as much as you think you do. Besides, I agree with whoever said he's probably just nervous thinking you will leave him after you lose all your weight so just ignore him, you're doing wonderful!!!

