“Not in my plate” – the way French say “I’m under the weather” or maybe, “not in a good place”.
That’s me, for the past couple of weeks, I’m afraid, which is why I haven’t posted as I’d hoped to. I’ve had a couple of busy weeks, with extra work, having to prepare & then mark school evaluations, but also with extra work caused by, but by no means the fault of, Mr FD. Unfortunately he had another recurrence of gout plus something else: a swelling and painful articulation in his wrist and elbow. This is something he has had several times, with the GP having no idea what it is, and guessing at an infection. We had hoped the rheumatologist at the hospital where he was earlier in May could help but he was ***** useless. This time Jérémie (our GP) sent him to the other rheumatologist who listened to the history, examined him carefully, asked questions…so we were there for a good 30 minutes instead of the 10 minutes given by Mr Useless. The (temporary) diagnosis is some kind of auto immune disease, possibly ^poly arthrose^ but it’s best to wait until the gout symptoms have died down before making a firm diagnosis. So Mr FD has another appointment in September.
For the moment, he can walk without pain (impossible last week), and his hand and arm are movable without pain, except in the elbow. But earlier in the week, I was having to do everything – he could just about dress himself, but it was painful, he couldn’t sleep lying down, as he couldn’t find a comfortable position, I had to cut his food up very small so he could eat one handed, and I was doing his household tasks as well as my own. This is not a complaint – in sickness and in health, after all – but an explanation. But coupled with my continual “just about holding it together” state of mind, I was tipped over the edge a couple of times, and found myself crying for no reason, or in a state of anxiety about nothing. Bof.
Anyway, things are better now: Mr FD is in better health & sleeping better, so he’s less snippy with me, so I’m less snippy with him; he can do more things (although he overdid it yesterday, changing all the litter trays and using the heavy floor cleaner) so I’m less overwhelmed; and I’ve finished (for good) at school, so I have less preparation/ marking to do. I’m a bit sad to have finished, but I definitely feel it’s the right time to do it.
So, let’s hope things are looking up, with summer approaching, and less work obligations.