For the past four months I've lived with "... in two more weeks". See this dr, see that specialist, visit the ER, wait for this test, take another test. And they're all spread out "... in two more weeks".
I keep thinking there will finally be an answer. A solution. A pill. And there hasn't been. She takes her opioids then a shot of morphine and she still won't give in to rest and recuperation needed to help. Every day is another problem. Except that its all the same problem.
When I don't go over, I call every day at 3pm. And either way, around 3pm she gets her anxiety. Today she cried while we were on the phone.
I don't know how to help her any more. She doesnt like the noise 2 kids can make so we were at my house today. And I understand, she wants to see them. But only if they can sit like angels in a chair and watch her tv programs? What 8 and 4 yr olds can do that??
I know that I can't make her happy; that it isn't my job to do that. But her unhappiness with her situation, her self, leaches out to spill all over any one around. Which lately has only been me.
She will have her MRI on Tuesday. Hopefully after that there will be an answer. I am not sure I can tolerate very many more of "in two weeks" .
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