Daily Archives: September 9, 2012

TBI: End of October, Crabby Day

Out of Order–October 2006.

I’m so damned tired. I’m trying to finish tiling the new shower, no bath in four days except a spit bath. I have T. home now and although he’s marginally better if I turn my back he’s doing something–like dismantling the cd player to turn it off. Wandering outside to pee on my pet clematis. Why couldn’t he just whiz on the grass like a regular guy?

I find myself angry with him when he does things like a stubborn five year old. He: “Go inside I want to lock this door.” Me:”No, I need this back door unlocked so I can get to my studio.” I step through inside door and he locks it with the little button thingie although I showed him it is a double key deadbolt lock. I unlocked it as soon as he moved away and then went and got the key and really locked it. It’s hard to not get aggravated. He just takes so much attention and he demands that we turn the t.v. off and lights off etc. as soon as it gets dark. It’s hard to explain to him that we live here too and he doesn’t get to make all the rules.  Really, television is fine at 8 p.m.

He is being really rude to Torin on the verge of nastiness. Its like with the brain governor off the real Terry is showing through, well not the real Terry but a facet of him that is usually under better control. I don’t like this guy much and I fear by the time he heals I will be so finished with him I’ll want him gone. Then he turns sweet and lost and I see the man I know. I think I’m just beyond exhausted at this point.

The shower has turned into the biggest thing I ever tried to do. It’s like I never get time to quite finish it off with watching T. out of one eye at all times.  I’m hoping we qualify for some home health care under our insurance. Kicker is it has to be an LPN or RN. The folks are coming on Thursday to assess him. I have to have time to work and it is not happening for me now. My boss is wonderful but I’m starting to worry–and Terry doesn’t respond well to some people like S. and H. He just turns into a total ass around them and although H. will happily help we can’t really use her because he can’t stand her.

I’m selfishly happy to have him home though, because now people like his vampiric ex wife  and ex-friends can’t show up to dine on our grief and pain. It really annoyed me that these people who were completely nasty, evil and rude to Terry when he and She split up suddenly are just dying to seem like they give a shit. Give me a break–and his parents just driving up and dropping in on him was hard. They didn’t bother to call me and check on his schedule first. This has been not good, he gets really upset and overwhelmed so no more just dropping in to confuse and upset him. I think Terry was better today because he was not being overstimulated with a bazillion people. He actually remembered for a few minutes that he lived in Olympia and that he crashed his back. He knows something is missing and he is in a lot of pain. Positive signs but hard for me to deal with. My humor is in short supply today.

I’d like to drink or smoke or maybe both. Running down the street screaming might be nice too, but I need to keep my act together. This poor old journal will be hearing me vent and the emails sent to update folks will have the nice parts. Split personality? Bring it on.