I have said many times on this blog that Mr H is a hypochondriac. Funnily enough, the friend that he stays with when he works away is also one, Mr H tells me in great detail that his friend is a hypochondriac but doesn't seem to realise that he is one too. He is so self obsessed, and so pathetic, since we have lived here (18 months) I have been to the GP once for a new patient check, he has been probably once every 2 months.
His latest ailment is that he has wittered for a couple of weeks that he has a bit of a lump on the palm of his hand, I have looked and felt, and think it may be a nodule on a tendon, it doesn't hurt and doesn't restrict movement. He is worried though that it might be cancer, despite me telling him that I gave never known anyone die of hand cancer.
It all became too much for him so he made an appointment at the GP's, he decided that he would also mention a "Nasty cough " that he thinks he has although I haven't noticed it, and also a varicose vein on his leg. Lucky GP, 3 ailments for the price of one! Back he came, GP said the lump on his hand was a nodule on a tendon and no problem, the varicose vein in his leg may need surgery in the future but not now, and his cough is due to his hiatus hernia. So he lives to fight another day!
I am so sick and tired (and bored if I am honest) of this hypochondraical man, who moans constantly about his various minor ailments, none of which are of any importance, apart from the importance to him. If I complain of anything (which is rare) he has to try and outdo me; if I say my back hurts, his is much worse, etc etc, good job I had a hysterectomy a few years ago or else he would be saying his period pains were worse than mine!
Thank heaven he is working away this week, three nights of sanity for me!
Hannah x
Monday, 24 November 2014
Monday, 17 November 2014
A working woman, but more ailments
Well, I'm not sure where to start!
Since we moved here 18 months ago, I haven't worked (well not paid employment, I have worked very hard at home) although I took early retirement from my last job and have a pension. I intended to find work, but the reality of project managing home improvements, builders, plumbers etc etc meant the it was easier for me not to work. Mr H agreed, in fact he commented, (several times) that he liked me being at home so he didn't have to worry about chores. I suggest there may be an element of control there, he likes to think that he knows where I am and what I am up to. Over the past 6 months or so, I have begun to be a bit bored at home, and have looked out for jobs, a month ago, I saw something part time that I fancied and was well qualified for, and applied. Mr H, in his inimitable (and very predictable) way, went for the negative spin. "You won't get it because you're too old, if you get it you won't like it, how will you manage walking the dog before work when I'm not here, and on and on". Well, dear reader, I got the job, and am now in my second week, and am enjoying it so far. Mr H, of course, continues to be a miserable tw*t. Last week when I started, he was working away so my working had no impact on him. This week, he's working at home and it's a different story altogether.
I arrived home from my gruelling day at the coal face (!) to find Mr H sitting in front of the TV which was turned off. He hasn't hoovered, I get no offer of a welcome home cuppa, at least the dog was pleased to see me!
"I don't feel very well" he whined. The dog whined in sympathy - I think I would be pretty depressed too if I had spent the day in Mr H's company.
"You've probably got that bug I had, never mind, I am fine now so it won't last long" I say, having gone to bed at 7 yesterday feeling rotten, but making no fuss (and it is probably the first time in years that I've taken to my bed!)
10 minutes later he comes into the kitchen to tell me he feels dreadful and is going to bed - it's 4.30pm. I honestly think he is doing this because I have gone against his wishes and got a job, it's his way of punishing me. Well it's not really a punishment Mr H, I'll watch what I want to on TV with the
dog for company.
What next eh?
Hannah x
Update, 2 hours later he rises from his pit and comes downstairs, ruining my plans of an evening of
peace. He thinks he feels better now. I have cooked and eaten my tea. "What will I eat"? He whines. "Whatever you want dear, I've had mine" I am looking forward to work tomorrow!
Since we moved here 18 months ago, I haven't worked (well not paid employment, I have worked very hard at home) although I took early retirement from my last job and have a pension. I intended to find work, but the reality of project managing home improvements, builders, plumbers etc etc meant the it was easier for me not to work. Mr H agreed, in fact he commented, (several times) that he liked me being at home so he didn't have to worry about chores. I suggest there may be an element of control there, he likes to think that he knows where I am and what I am up to. Over the past 6 months or so, I have begun to be a bit bored at home, and have looked out for jobs, a month ago, I saw something part time that I fancied and was well qualified for, and applied. Mr H, in his inimitable (and very predictable) way, went for the negative spin. "You won't get it because you're too old, if you get it you won't like it, how will you manage walking the dog before work when I'm not here, and on and on". Well, dear reader, I got the job, and am now in my second week, and am enjoying it so far. Mr H, of course, continues to be a miserable tw*t. Last week when I started, he was working away so my working had no impact on him. This week, he's working at home and it's a different story altogether.
I arrived home from my gruelling day at the coal face (!) to find Mr H sitting in front of the TV which was turned off. He hasn't hoovered, I get no offer of a welcome home cuppa, at least the dog was pleased to see me!
"I don't feel very well" he whined. The dog whined in sympathy - I think I would be pretty depressed too if I had spent the day in Mr H's company.
"You've probably got that bug I had, never mind, I am fine now so it won't last long" I say, having gone to bed at 7 yesterday feeling rotten, but making no fuss (and it is probably the first time in years that I've taken to my bed!)
10 minutes later he comes into the kitchen to tell me he feels dreadful and is going to bed - it's 4.30pm. I honestly think he is doing this because I have gone against his wishes and got a job, it's his way of punishing me. Well it's not really a punishment Mr H, I'll watch what I want to on TV with the
dog for company.
What next eh?
Hannah x
Update, 2 hours later he rises from his pit and comes downstairs, ruining my plans of an evening of
peace. He thinks he feels better now. I have cooked and eaten my tea. "What will I eat"? He whines. "Whatever you want dear, I've had mine" I am looking forward to work tomorrow!
Sunday, 9 November 2014
Are we on different planets?
Mr H and I have had 2 conversations today that have made me wonder whether we inhabit the same world.
Firstly, we were watching a TV programme about WW1, and about the ordinary men who went to fight for their country. I mentioned a book I had read called "The last fighting Tommy"
Yes, says Mr H, "I've read it, R (my son) bought it for me last Christmas"
No, I say, I bought it for myself and then you read it about 2 years ago.
Immediately he is defensive, has to argue the point, has to be right. I concede, but know I am right
( although he made me doubt myself so have just checked my order history on amazon!)
So has he made this tale up because he can't remember the truth?
Secondly we saw something on TV about extreme weather, "do you remember when I had to drive through that flash flood in august? How scary was that?" I said
" it wasn't august, it was February, and you weren't driving, I was" he said
Ok, I say, "check your phone, you took a picture, it will have a date on, and you will be able to see if you were in the drivers or passenger seat"
He did, it was august, he was in the passenger seat. He has gone to bed, sulking as he was wrong.
I am beginning to wonder (very scarily) whether this is "just" AS or maybe something more. He sometimes seems to be totally out of touch with reality, but manages to hold down a quite high-powered job. I need to think a bit more.
Hannah x
Firstly, we were watching a TV programme about WW1, and about the ordinary men who went to fight for their country. I mentioned a book I had read called "The last fighting Tommy"
Yes, says Mr H, "I've read it, R (my son) bought it for me last Christmas"
No, I say, I bought it for myself and then you read it about 2 years ago.
Immediately he is defensive, has to argue the point, has to be right. I concede, but know I am right
( although he made me doubt myself so have just checked my order history on amazon!)
So has he made this tale up because he can't remember the truth?
Secondly we saw something on TV about extreme weather, "do you remember when I had to drive through that flash flood in august? How scary was that?" I said
" it wasn't august, it was February, and you weren't driving, I was" he said
Ok, I say, "check your phone, you took a picture, it will have a date on, and you will be able to see if you were in the drivers or passenger seat"
He did, it was august, he was in the passenger seat. He has gone to bed, sulking as he was wrong.
I am beginning to wonder (very scarily) whether this is "just" AS or maybe something more. He sometimes seems to be totally out of touch with reality, but manages to hold down a quite high-powered job. I need to think a bit more.
Hannah x
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