I don't know if it's food poisoning or the stomach flu, but yesterday afternoon I got sick. I made 5 or 6 really gross trips to the bathroom, sleeping between trips, trying to force myself to drink something, and reassuring a totally freaked out Daughter. She kept asking if she should call for help. What can anyone do? I kept assuring her I would be okay. She kept me supplied with diet sprite and water, and cleaned out my bucket for me.
By 3:00 this morning my back was killing me. I'd spent too much time lying down, and had not taken my ibuprofen (or any other meds last night). She got me the heating pad and I moved to the recliner. Around 9:00 this morning I asked her to make me some toast and tea. I had decided it was time to try to eat something. She brought me up cold bread with butter smeared thickly on it. She claimed she'd toasted it. She made the tea in the microwave in a stainless steel commuter mug. I'm amazed there wasn't a fire. But the water certainly wasn't hot. She went back down and returned with burned toast and hot tea.
Her patience has run out. She wants to go to town. I don't think I can make it down the stairs, let alone to town. A little while ago I decided I needed to take my ibuprofen to see if that would ease my back pain. Not wanting to take it on an empty stomach, I asked her to make me a bowl of instant oatmeal. She heated up the water for 23 seconds and dumped the oatmeal it. It was lukewarm, and definitely not cooked. I sent her back to redo it.
I'm trying to be patient, but I still feel like crap, and her passive aggressive stuff is getting to me big time. There are times when being the single parent of a special needs kid is no fun at all. This is one of those times.