RAIN!

Now we have a leak in the roof. Specifically around the flu. Great.

Take this one to the bank

As long as you mistreat me, leave me in this room and don't even try to get me out of this room, there will remain no love from me. Yesterday, I said all I wanted for Christmas was a video. I say stuff like that to give the moron a chance to step up and get me off this bed. MAN THE FUCK UP!

Not changing blog locales.

Just because the moron/jerk read my blog yesterday, I tried transferring to a new blog. I don't have the mental strength. So DON'T READ IT!

What is he good for?

The penis that he has. Food, water, getting in & out of the shower. the list is way too long what he's not good for. I've tried to love him. I managed to love him a little.Now I don't love him at all. I don't ask for much. Since he makes me so miserable, a person would think he'd do his damnest to make it up to me by doing the simplest things by taking the pics with a good attitude. He's such a brat that he tries consistantly to get out of it. Good thing I don't have kids...I'm married to one.

More material...

Again the jerk gives me more material. He has such a chip on his shoulder that he screamed at the cat this morning. Every Tuesday morning he's agreed to take pics for me. Of course the crappy attitude came with it.

King and Queen of shit

Within the week, I realized again not only is my husband a jerk but he also acts like selfish king who is owed. He has an ego the size of Texas. I wonder where he gets that . Probably his mother. It doesn't add up since he's been rejected so much by women. A friend said it so well years ago. "What are you doing with him? He's short and ugly." A decent human treats any human with dignity & respect. He doesn't and neither does his mother.It's all about him ALWAYS! I told my parents years ago not to talk shit to me about him. I said he's the man I love at the moment. I'm more of a man than he is. How hard is it to tell a mother to back off! Come to think of it. I don't think I've ever loved any man. The ones I dated were just walking morons with dicks. There was one in high school that wouldn't give me his dick for religious reasons. Of course I dumped him. Now I'm married to a guy who I get wet for 'cause I get something out of getting intercourse. The last time I got a big orgasm was probably 6 years ago when I rode him backwards.

Talk about evil people...

So I recently found out that I've been fed deceptively out of a bubbled, compromised nonstick fry pan. A while back I explained how they work and that I would never eat from a compromised one. I now know what I can't expect from the moron...truth and trust.

Seriosly?! So I email the mother-in-law after sitting on it for a month. I even wrote no response needed. Duh! How else do I have to say it. Leave me the fuck alone? I wrote this > Hi, > > I figured I'd write to you to let you know what's going on with me if > you cared. > > I'm not asking for a response from you. If you didn't know, I'm also > writing because Andrew would feel more at ease. I'm pretty much done > with facebook and/or any social sites. If I feel like bitching, I'll do > it elsewhere. > > I'm bedridden & haven't been off my bed (except to take a shower once a > week) in months. > > My left arm no longer works. I no longer can type (I use Win7's onscreen > keyboard to type when my right hand allows). My signature is a joke > (dexterity gone south). My eyesight is horrible (double vision & > blurriness). I can't see what's on a piece of paper. I can't see what's > on a computer screen unless I hit ctrl+ repeatedly. I often go "postal" > due to constant bladder infections. 2 per month. Yes I take lots of > over-the-counter stuffto prevent that such as cranberry, vit. C and > drink tons of water to no avail. I'm tired all the time. My short-term > memory is toast i.e. I can't remember what I'm doing on the computer > unless I write it in Notepad & leave it on the screen. I'm pretty > frustrated all the time 'cause I can't do what I did 3 years ago. I get > unbearable physical pain at times with no apparent reason or cause. I'm > completely bladder & bowel incontinent. If you are anything like Andrew, > you will most likely find satisfaction in the following statement. I too > think that putting the "dirty laundry" post on facebook was probably not > the best thing to do. Yesterday, I deleted it from facebook. I was > pretty pissed off at the time of posting & at my wits end. > Sharon She responds Hi Sharon, Thank you for writing; I was hoping you would. Of course I care what is going on with you. I am sorry about what happened with the Facebook post. I was upset with the picture of Andrew, which was pretty funny until I saw the negative description of what was going on and looked at the picture again. I have since found out from him that he has been crabby and less than thoughtful at times, maybe more than half the time?. Since he is a big part of your world, that effect is magnified. I think he is really, really depressed and I wish he would take something, but he refuses. Aside from the stress he is under, depression's hallmarks are irritability and negativity. Now, from your perspective, I think your stress is probably double what his is, just from your illness and the fact that your world is shrinking, and your future is grim. And you have the physical stress of having to expend a lot of effort to get less and less done, even simple things. Plus having a caregiver who does love you, but it's not always evident. Actions speak louder than words, so if he seems not to be caring at any given time, he isn't. What was that line from Love Story? "Love means never having to say you're sorry." Never is a little extreme, we all make mistakes, but it shouldn't be an everyday thing. I was dismayed when he admitted that to me. I wish there was something I could do to help. Actually, he probably told you I've offered to give him an advance on his probable inheritance at a rate of up to $13,000/year which could cover either house payments or an aide. The hard part of the latter is finding someone reliable and strong. I saw his advertisement on Facebook, but I don't think the exposure is to the right people. All his friends see it, but they already know the situation. The incentive of room and board alone is probably not enough, but maybe that $13,000 could pay a small salary along with room and board, $1,000/month. If you think about it, who besides a homeless person would go for just room and board? And my first choice wouldn't be a homeless person. I know you'd prefer to be at home, but a nursing home is not a bad option, either, and you'd have better care and some social exposure. I was upset with the post, but that is in the past, and I had already decided not to hold a grudge (one of my favorite activities) even before your email, based on emails from Andrew and just general guilt because I know I shouldn't do it. I was hurt when you unfriended me, even though I understood it. And I am continually anguished over your health situation, which continues to decline. Reading over your email, re typing, you could get Dragon and just speak into the microphone. Apparently, recent versions are very good at not making too many (often funny) mistakes. I hope you keep in touch with me via emails and maybe video chats on Google+. And I hope to see you next summer when we come to California. Love, E

So I email the mother-in-law after sitting on it for a month. I even wrote no response needed. Duh! How else do I have to say it. Leave me the fuck alone? I wrote this > Hi, > > I figured I'd write to you to let you know what's going on with me if > you cared. > > I'm not asking for a response from you. If you didn't know, I'm also > writing because Andrew would feel more at ease. I'm pretty much done > with facebook and/or any social sites. If I feel like bitching, I'll do > it elsewhere. > > I'm bedridden & haven't been off my bed (except to take a shower once a > week) in months. > > My left arm no longer works. I no longer can type (I use Win7's onscreen > keyboard to type when my right hand allows). My signature is a joke > (dexterity gone south). My eyesight is horrible (double vision & > blurriness). I can't see what's on a piece of paper. I can't see what's > on a computer screen unless I hit ctrl+ repeatedly. I often go "postal" > due to constant bladder infections. 2 per month. Yes I take lots of > over-the-counter stuffto prevent that such as cranberry, vit. C and > drink tons of water to no avail. I'm tired all the time. My short-term > memory is toast i.e. I can't remember what I'm doing on the computer > unless I write it in Notepad & leave it on the screen. I'm pretty > frustrated all the time 'cause I can't do what I did 3 years ago. I get > unbearable physical pain at times with no apparent reason or cause. I'm > completely bladder & bowel incontinent. If you are anything like Andrew, > you will most likely find satisfaction in the following statement. I too > think that putting the "dirty laundry" post on facebook was probably not > the best thing to do. Yesterday, I deleted it from facebook. I was > pretty pissed off at the time of posting & at my wits end. > Sharon She responds Hi Sharon, Thank you for writing; I was hoping you would. Of course I care what is going on with you. I am sorry about what happened with the Facebook post. I was upset with the picture of Andrew, which was pretty funny until I saw the negative description of what was going on and looked at the picture again. I have since found out from him that he has been crabby and less than thoughtful at times, maybe more than half the time?. Since he is a big part of your world, that effect is magnified. I think he is really, really depressed and I wish he would take something, but he refuses. Aside from the stress he is under, depression's hallmarks are irritability and negativity. Now, from your perspective, I think your stress is probably double what his is, just from your illness and the fact that your world is shrinking, and your future is grim. And you have the physical stress of having to expend a lot of effort to get less and less done, even simple things. Plus having a caregiver who does love you, but it's not always evident. Actions speak louder than words, so if he seems not to be caring at any given time, he isn't. What was that line from Love Story? "Love means never having to say you're sorry." Never is a little extreme, we all make mistakes, but it shouldn't be an everyday thing. I was dismayed when he admitted that to me. I wish there was something I could do to help. Actually, he probably told you I've offered to give him an advance on his probable inheritance at a rate of up to $13,000/year which could cover either house payments or an aide. The hard part of the latter is finding someone reliable and strong. I saw his advertisement on Facebook, but I don't think the exposure is to the right people. All his friends see it, but they already know the situation. The incentive of room and board alone is probably not enough, but maybe that $13,000 could pay a small salary along with room and board, $1,000/month. If you think about it, who besides a homeless person would go for just room and board? And my first choice wouldn't be a homeless person. I know you'd prefer to be at home, but a nursing home is not a bad option, either, and you'd have better care and some social exposure. I was upset with the post, but that is in the past, and I had already decided not to hold a grudge (one of my favorite activities) even before your email, based on emails from Andrew and just general guilt because I know I shouldn't do it. I was hurt when you unfriended me, even though I understood it. And I am continually anguished over your health situation, which continues to decline. Reading over your email, re typing, you could get Dragon and just speak into the microphone. Apparently, recent versions are very good at not making too many (often funny) mistakes. I hope you keep in touch with me via emails and maybe video chats on Google+. And I hope to see you next summer when we come to California. Love, E

Petty

Both my husband & his mother are petty, selfish jerks. To put my husband's mind at ease, I had to write an email to her. What I really wanted to say was you fucking bitch, fuck off and fuck you. How dare she. My moron for a husband isn't man enough to stand up to her. I now understand why her other daughter-in-law won't let her see the grandkid. She brought it on herself. Does she ever actually help? Never. Only with the occasional money gift. I should have known when she called me "poison" prior to us getting married to run the other way. What a bitch! I can't figure out why her husband stays with her. Probably money. Poor dude.

Fucks for the day!

And not in a good way. I have a little fight left. Not much. GO FUCK YOURSELF! Fuck off, Fuck you. Grow the Fuck up!

Once a jerk always a jerk. The jerk doesn't fall far from the jerk tree.

didn't know that I married an insensitive, unempathetic lying jerk. If I would have known then what I know now I would have definitely said NO. If I could divorce him, I would. If I could leave him, I would. He's an idiot. This is what he's done. don't normally do this but because this picture is so good/funny and Andrew approved of the picture being posted anyway I'm doing this. I don't relish airing out dirty laundry. It's been going on for four years. Why? I don't know. My gues s is that Andrew doesn't handle his expectations not going the way he wants them. It's inconceivable to me that an adult human would act like this towards a spouse. What's been happening is Andrew has been overreacting and as I call it acting childish/immature/spoiled and has a huge chip on his shoulder and anything that goes remotely wrong he overreacts and acts in anger towards it around me. Anything sets him off such as a strawberry or a dog bowl. He gets agitated and irrational at the smallest little things. I've asked him to go see a psychiatrist but he's refused over and over. A person could say go get a caregiver to take a week off of his load. Good luck trying to find one. Yes I would love to find a caregiver to take care of me for an entire week. Sure it would cost that's not the issue. The issue is finding one. He basically makes it well known that it's all about him and how horrible his life is. He doesn't know how to exercise empathy. That is a learned skill to someone that doesn't know how to exercise it. I gave him the option of taking care of me or getting someone to do it before my downhill turn and he chose the option to take care of me and again little did I know that I had to explain to him how to emotionally take care of an ill person. It's not just physical. He's never taken care of anyone in his life before me. One important thing is to not make the ill person feel worse which he does. He pitches a fit in stead of acting matter-of-factly. I let him know that it's not okay and he has promised and promised over and over again that he wouldn't do it. Yet he keeps doing it. It makes me cry and feel horrible. It is not normal to do what he does around an ill person. He is able to control himself. He has exhibited that. Most of the time he opts not to and he whines to me about having these feelings. Yeah whatever dude. I have lots of problems but I don't whine about it. He says I do. He has no clue. I scratch my head because he can pull it together enough to not act like that when other people are in this house while putting on the impression that he is Mr. Wonderful. I know differently. I am the only one that gets the privilege of witnessing his poor behavior. I have to think of the positive side. I had a heck of a time finding one. I found a couple. He takes very good care of me physically unless he does something that hurts me and is not a flake in that regard. He is a flake by continuously saying that he's not going to do things to make me feel bad and continuously goes back on his word. He wonders why I call him a liar. At least he's not beating on me physically. He does carelessly injure me because he only thinks about himself. It has gone on so long that I'm now pretty much feeling no love towards him and that he is just here to take care of what I need that's it. I've tried to find love that was there but have been unsuccessful. He tells me to remind him not to have certain attitudes. That's not my job that's his job. I have enough problems. It is emotional abuse in my book. I have not told anyone else about this in detail but after many broken promises and refusals to go see a psychiatrist or to at least learn how to not emotionally damage someone it's about time. It's like he does it and then feels bad about doing it but keeps doing it. Apparently, he doesn't feel bad enough to stop. I've asked him to not do it nicely, not so nicely and every which way I can find. I understand that it's hard for him to have to take care of me but he promised to do it way back when and I'm not talking about wedding vows. I didn't know I had to mention be kind at all times no matter what. I don't have a choice with doing anything other than putting up with it. If I were an employer and he was my employee I would've fired him a long time ago. He didn't act like this when we got married or when we were dating. He's basically not the man I married or need = no emotional support just poor behavior. I would've never married someone who acts like that. There is something seriously mentally wrong with him because a person doesn't act like that around an ill person. I need an adult who acts with normal adult behavior towards an ill person. What I got was much different. Yeah, people have told him to not be so hard on himself and he's doing such a good job but they don't know the real deal. Heck I didn't know the real deal when I married him. Yesterday, is a prime example. We all know that I am bedridden. I had a catheter change Tuesday and apparently Tuesday night (for the third time) was completely bladder incontinent. This has happened three times now. It started when that nurse did that mistake of continually going in and out the wrong hole when inserting a catheter. I have a new nurse now and she is so much better but I'm getting bladder spasms now. When my bladder spasms, urine goes outside the catheter and leaks out. It's just like I don't have a catheter. So needless to say my bed was wet underneath me all the way down to the extra liners that were on the mattress to protect it. I don't know exactly because Andrew changed it. Instead of exercising bedside manner and at least being neutral at all Andrew freaked out and acted like a spoiled and angry kid again when I'm the one that needed some help in getting changed and cleaned up. I not only had one problem which was sitting in the bed of urine I had a caregiver who is acting unreasonable and even said that he acted very poorly later. Sure. he got me cleaned up but with a horrible attitude. It was such a poor attitude that I felt like I'd rather sit in my own urine than put up with that. I've never heard of a person act like that around and already ill person in need of help. In my book it's a crime. A while back I said to him "if you do that again put a diaper on". It was so funny when he came in the room with that diaper on that I couldn't resist and a picture had to be taken. I'm not into humiliating people but he did it on his own.

What is he good for?

The penis that he has. Food, water, getting in & out of the shower. the list is way too long what he's not good for. I've tried to love him. I managed to love him a little.Now I don't love him at all. I don't ask for much. Since he makes me so miserable, a person would think he'd do his damnest to make it up to me by doing the simplest things by taking the pics with a good attitude. He's such a brat that he tries consistantly to get out of it. Good thing I don't have kids...I'm married to one.

More material...

Again the jerk gives me more material. He has such a chip on his shoulder that he screamed at the cat this morning. Every Tuesday morning he's agreed to take pics for me. Of course the crappy attitude came with it.

GROW THE FUCK UP!

Stop thinking Everything is about you. I don't like yo and I wouldn't talk to you if I met you on the street. You fucking suck! A 47 y/o should act like an adult not like spoiled child.I really wish I hadn't married such an asshole. Well, it took me getting ill to see your true colors.

King and Queen of shit

Within the week, I realized again not only is my husband a jerk but he also acts like selfish king who is owed. He has an ego the size of Texas. I wonder where he gets that . Probably his mother. It doesn't add up since he's been rejected so much by women. A friend said it so well years ago. "What are you doing with him? He's short and ugly." A decent human treats any human with dignity & respect. He doesn't and neither does his mother.It's all about him ALWAYS! I told my parents years ago not to talk shit to me about him. I said he's the man I love at the moment. I'm more of a man than he is. How hard is it to tell a mother to back off! Come to think of it. I don't think I've ever loved any man. The ones I dated were just walking morons with dicks. There was one in high school that wouldn't give me his dick for religious reasons. Of course I dumped him. Now I'm married to a guy who I get wet for 'cause I get something out of getting intercourse. The last time I got a big orgasm was probably 6 years ago when I rode him backwards.

Talk about evil people...

So I recently found out that I've been fed deceptively out of a bubbled, compromised nonstick fry pan. A while back I explained how they work and that I would never eat from a compromised one. I now know what I can't expect from the moron...truth and trust.

Seriosly?!

So I email the mother-in-law after sitting on it for a month. I even wrote no response needed. Duh! How else do I have to say it. Leave me the fuck alone? I wrote this > Hi, >> I figured I'd write to you to let you know what's going on with me if > you cared. >> I'm not asking for a response from you. If you didn't know, I'm also > writing because Andrew would feel more at ease. I'm pretty much done > with facebook and/or any social sites. If I feel like bitching, I'll do > it elsewhere. >> I'm bedridden & haven't been off my bed (except to take a shower once a > week) in months. >> My left arm no longer works. I no longer can type (I use Win7's onscreen > keyboard to type when my right hand allows). My signature is a joke > (dexterity gone south). My eyesight is horrible (double vision & > blurriness). I can't see what's on a piece of paper. I can't see what's > on a computer screen unless I hit ctrl+ repeatedly. I often go "postal" > due to constant bladder infections. 2 per month. Yes I take lots of > over-the-counter stuffto prevent that such as cranberry, vit. C and > drink tons of water to no avail. I'm tired all the time. My short-term > memory is toast i.e. I can't remember what I'm doing on the computer > unless I write it in Notepad & leave it on the screen. I'm pretty > frustrated all the time 'cause I can't do what I did 3 years ago. I get > unbearable physical pain at times with no apparent reason or cause. I'm > completely bladder & bowel incontinent. If you are anything like Andrew, > you will most likely find satisfaction in the following statement. I too > think that putting the "dirty laundry" post on facebook was probably not > the best thing to do. Yesterday, I deleted it from facebook. I was > pretty pissed off at the time of posting & at my wits end. > Sharon She responds Hi Sharon, Thank you for writing; I was hoping you would. Of course I care what is going on with you. I am sorry about what happened with the Facebook post. I was upset with the picture of Andrew, which was pretty funny until I saw the negative description of what was going on and looked at the picture again. I have since found out from him that he has been crabby and less than thoughtful at times, maybe more than half the time?. Since he is a big part of your world, that effect is magnified. I think he is really, really depressed and I wish he would take something, but he refuses. Aside from the stress he is under, depression's hallmarks are irritability and negativity. Now, from your perspective, I think your stress is probably double what his is, just from your illness and the fact that your world is shrinking, and your future is grim. And you have the physical stress of having to expend a lot of effort to get less and less done, even simple things. Plus having a caregiver who does love you, but it's not always evident. Actions speak louder than words, so if he seems not to be caring at any given time, he isn't. What was that line from Love Story? "Love means never having to say you're sorry." Never is a little extreme, we all make mistakes, but it shouldn't be an everyday thing. I was dismayed when he admitted that to me. I wish there was something I could do to help. Actually, he probably told you I've offered to give him an advance on his probable inheritance at a rate of up to $13,000/year which could cover either house payments or an aide. The hard part of the latter is finding someone reliable and strong. I saw his advertisement on Facebook, but I don't think the exposure is to the right people. All his friends see it, but they already know the situation. The incentive of room and board alone is probably not enough, but maybe that $13,000 could pay a small salary along with room and board, $1,000/month. If you think about it, who besides a homeless person would go for just room and board? And my first choice wouldn't be a homeless person. I know you'd prefer to be at home, but a nursing home is not a bad option, either, and you'd have better care and some social exposure. I was upset with the post, but that is in the past, and I had already decided not to hold a grudge (one of my favorite activities) even before your email, based on emails from Andrew and just general guilt because I know I shouldn't do it. I was hurt when you unfriended me, even though I understood it. And I am continually anguished over your health situation, which continues to decline. Reading over your email, re typing, you could get Dragon and just speak into the microphone. Apparently, recent versions are very good at not making too many (often funny) mistakes. I hope you keep in touch with me via emails and maybe video chats on Google+. And I hope to see you next summer when we come to California. Love, E

Petty

Both my husband & his mother are petty, selfish jerks. To put my husband's mind at ease, I had to write an email to her. What I really wanted to say was you fucking bitch, fuck off and fuck you. How dare she. My moron for a husband isn't man enough to stand up to her. I now understand why her other daughter-in-law won't let her see the grandkid. She brought it on herself. Does she ever actually help? Never. Only with the occasional money gift. I should have known when she called me "poison" prior to us getting married to run the other way. What a bitch! I can't figure out why her husband stays with her. Probably money. Poor dude.

Fucks for the day!

And not in a good way. I have a little fight left. Not much. GO FUCK YOURSELF! Fuck off, Fuck you. Grow the Fuck up!

Once a jerk always a jerk. The jerk doesn't fall far from the jerk tree.

I didn't know that I married an insensitive, unempathetic lying jerk. If I would have known then what I know now I would have definitely said NO. If I could divorce him, I would. If I could leave him, I would. He's an idiot. This is what he's done. don't normally do this but because this picture is so good/funny and Andrew approved of the picture being posted anyway I'm doing this. I don't relish airing out dirty laundry. It's been going on for four years. Why? I don't know. My gues s is that Andrew doesn't handle his expectations not going the way he wants them. It's inconceivable to me that an adult human would act like this towards a spouse. What's been happening is Andrew has been overreacting and as I call it acting childish/immature/spoiled and has a huge chip on his shoulder and anything that goes remotely wrong he overreacts and acts in anger towards it around me. Anything sets him off such as a strawberry or a dog bowl. He gets agitated and irrational at the smallest little things. I've asked him to go see a psychiatrist but he's refused over and over. A person could say go get a caregiver to take a week off of his load. Good luck trying to find one. Yes I would love to find a caregiver to take care of me for an entire week. Sure it would cost that's not the issue. The issue is finding one. He basically makes it well known that it's all about him and how horrible his life is. He doesn't know how to exercise empathy. That is a learned skill to someone that doesn't know how to exercise it. I gave him the option of taking care of me or getting someone to do it before my downhill turn and he chose the option to take care of me and again little did I know that I had to explain to him how to emotionally take care of an ill person. It's not just physical. He's never taken care of anyone in his life before me. One important thing is to not make the ill person feel worse which he does. He pitches a fit in stead of acting matter-of-factly. I let him know that it's not okay and he has promised and promised over and over again that he wouldn't do it. Yet he keeps doing it. It makes me cry and feel horrible. It is not normal to do what he does around an ill person. He is able to control himself. He has exhibited that. Most of the time he opts not to and he whines to me about having these feelings. Yeah whatever dude. I have lots of problems but I don't whine about it. He says I do. He has no clue. I scratch my head because he can pull it together enough to not act like that when other people are in this house while putting on the impression that he is Mr. Wonderful. I know differently. I am the only one that gets the privilege of witnessing his poor behavior. I have to think of the positive side. I had a heck of a time finding one. I found a couple. He takes very good care of me physically unless he does something that hurts me and is not a flake in that regard. He is a flake by continuously saying that he's not going to do things to make me feel bad and continuously goes back on his word. He wonders why I call him a liar. At least he's not beating on me physically. He does carelessly injure me because he only thinks about himself. It has gone on so long that I'm now pretty much feeling no love towards him and that he is just here to take care of what I need that's it. I've tried to find love that was there but have been unsuccessful. He tells me to remind him not to have certain attitudes. That's not my job that's his job. I have enough problems. It is emotional abuse in my book. I have not told anyone else about this in detail but after many broken promises and refusals to go see a psychiatrist or to at least learn how to not emotionally damage someone it's about time. It's like he does it and then feels bad about doing it but keeps doing it. Apparently, he doesn't feel bad enough to stop. I've asked him to not do it nicely, not so nicely and every which way I can find. I understand that it's hard for him to have to take care of me but he promised to do it way back when and I'm not talking about wedding vows. I didn't know I had to mention be kind at all times no matter what. I don't have a choice with doing anything other than putting up with it. If I were an employer and he was my employee I would've fired him a long time ago. He didn't act like this when we got married or when we were dating. He's basically not the man I married or need = no emotional support just poor behavior. I would've never married someone who acts like that. There is something seriously mentally wrong with him because a person doesn't act like that around an ill person. I need an adult who acts with normal adult behavior towards an ill person. What I got was much different. Yeah, people have told him to not be so hard on himself and he's doing such a good job but they don't know the real deal. Heck I didn't know the real deal when I married him. Yesterday, is a prime example. We all know that I am bedridden. I had a catheter change Tuesday and apparently Tuesday night (for the third time) was completely bladder incontinent. This has happened three times now. It started when that nurse did that mistake of continually going in and out the wrong hole when inserting a catheter. I have a new nurse now and she is so much better but I'm getting bladder spasms now. When my bladder spasms, urine goes outside the catheter and leaks out. It's just like I don't have a catheter. So needless to say my bed was wet underneath me all the way down to the extra liners that were on the mattress to protect it. I don't know exactly because Andrew changed it. Instead of exercising bedside manner and at least being neutral at all Andrew freaked out and acted like a spoiled and angry kid again when I'm the one that needed some help in getting changed and cleaned up. I not only had one problem which was sitting in the bed of urine I had a caregiver who is acting unreasonable and even said that he acted very poorly later. Sure. he got me cleaned up but with a horrible attitude. It was such a poor attitude that I felt like I'd rather sit in my own urine than put up with that. I've never heard of a person act like that around and already ill person in need of help. In my book it's a crime. A while back I said to him "if you do that again put a diaper on". It was so funny when he came in the room with that diaper on that I couldn't resist and a picture had to be taken. I'm not into humiliating people but he did it on his own.