For those who know me in the flesh, will know I am not graced with the most emotional apt husband. But there are times when I seriously wonder what is rattling about in his head, as certain things just don't comprehend. I am not talking the normal inability to buy presents or to understand emotions, I am talking about straight common sense.
I have a couple of conditions which make basic walking an issue, let alone bending and lifting. So how on God's green planet am I meant to lift the heavy animal food shopping in from the delivery? However in Hubby's brain he can't comprehend why the inability to help is not my being lazy or refusing to help. It got so bad today he demanded I put away every thing once he had lifted it in. He couldn't understand that this involved lifting and bending. After 5 minutes I am crippled on the floor in tears. Already in pain from the foot damage of yesterday, the last thing I needed was to force my back, yet this did and now I have shooting pain all down my back and legs. Only then did he reluctantly help.
I am not saying my husband is being spiteful, but the truly seems to be this malfunction in understanding illness in others. Like when the whole family went down with the virus. The doctor signed him unfit for work for two weeks, due to the fact he was food handling. In truth he was very ill for a week and by mid 2nd week he could have gone into work but the law states he has to be clear of certain symptoms for 48 hours. Because of that he couldn't understand it has taken mum 3 week and me 5 weeks to recover. Despite even the doctor explaining it has a lot to do with each persons immune system, and the average recovery is nearer 3 weeks. The doctor told him I am very weakened and on high medication, so this will delay full recovery. But I swear he may as well told my hubby this in Greek for the amount that went in.
You can literally see the look of blankness going across his face at times when things just don't register. Needless to say what has happened today has already caused one argument, and I can guarantee there will be another one tomorrow when I wake in agony as I will. It always makes me think about the sketch in Little Britain, of the woman at the travel agents. when you ask a question.
Like David Walliams in the sketch replies, so does my husband,
"Computer says NO"
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