My husband went back to wrok on Monday. He'd been on leave prior to that, looking after me whilst I recuperated. I wasn't sure about him going back to work because I didn't think i was ready to look after the kids AND the house AND myself all day. He and his supervisor reassured me that they would be flexible about things, that he'd be coming home for lunch and would be home around 5-ish in the evenings so I wouldn't be stranded all alone all day.
Yeah, right. Monday he went to work at 0630. He got half an hour for lunch at 11, then went back to work. He finally came home at 730pm. Tuesday was worse; he didn't even get to take lunch that day. Tuesday night he got home at 8pm. I paid the price for Monday and Tuesday's increase in activity yesterday - it was an unusually painful day for me.
Yesterday he went to work at 0700, actually got an hour for lunch, and then came home at 445pm. I started to think that perhaps the worst of it was over....then the phone rang and he got called in at 11pm. It's now 5am, and he's still there. I have an appointment with the surgeon this morning at 9am. I'm relying on him to take me because I can't drive myself. If he's not available...well, then I'm not sure what I'm going to do.
This is too much. He came home for a reason, so he could help me out and look after me through this recovery.
His job has been denying the opportunity to do that, and I'm paying the price for it.