I am just mentally exhausted...
A little background, I'll try to not get carried away. Back in 1990, DH had a career and life set back. and I think it got him really depressed. He turned into somebody that I don't know, and it left me carrying most of the load taking care of the home and family. About that time I developed severe back problems, and being in the military it took them 9 years to finally do an MRI and admit that I really did have a problem. I would come home from work and DH would just look up from his computer game and say 'poor sweetie... why don't you hurry up and fix dinner so that you can go to bed early?'
In 2001, DH had a stroke. He came through fine, but now in addition to the depression, he now had an excuse to sit around. And while sitting around, he eats. I try to buy healthy foods, but he buys junk and sits in front of his computer games. He is 6' tall and weighed around 205 when we got married (large frame but still slightly over weight), now I wouldn't be surprised if he weighed over 300 pounds. And I think he shrank a few inches too, he looks shorter.
Now to the present... about 1 1/2 months ago, DH started complaining about his leg hurting. After a few weeks of complaining, he finally went to the doctor who told him he thought DH messed up a disc in his back and it's sciatic pain. DH got something from the doctor saying that he shouldn't work for a week. After almost a week on pain killers and steroids, it wasn't better so he got the doctor to say he should be off for another week and they scheduled him for an MRI. Apparently the MRI does show a disc problem and they told him that he would need to see a neurosurgeon. They weren't getting back to him about setting up an appointment, but instead of bugging them about it he just complains that they haven't contacted him. Now work insisted that he come in. The last doctors note for another week off was dated March 9th and he didn't ask about an extension so can't blame the folks where he works... They provided him with a seat so that he doesn't have to stay standing and I think they are trying to be accomodating but they are also short staffed. DH is upset and saying that he doesn't know how they expect him to work when it's causing him this much pain and is saying that he might turn in his notice.
For the last month and a half, the man has done nothing but whine and complain. It is now almost the only thing that he talks about, every time I even walk past him he starts telling me how he feels. I am sure that the extra weight that he is carrying isn't helping for his back, but I can't do anything about it. Believe me, I have tried.
Before anybody tells me that he's needs to see a therapist for his depression, back around 2002 I told him that if he didn't see somebody, I was walking. I told him that I couldn't live like this. He did start seeing a psychologist but even after I contacted the guy and told him some background on what I felt was bothering DH, I don't think any of it was addressed. At the time, DH was retired military and wasn't working, and I think the two of them decided that DH just needed to get a job so that he would feel useful or something. Nothing changed. Then about a year ago DH just out of the blue said 'I think I'm depressed'. After picking my jaw up off of the floor, I said 'you think? Dude, you have been depressed since '90!' I laid out everything that I thought had been the cause, and he acted surprised. He told me that he thought I was right, but still nothing changed.
His depression, his back, his excessive weight... Possibly all linked. I can't do anything about any of it, you can lead a horse to water... The constant 'gloom and doom' complaining has me emotionally worn down. And I feel guilty because I am having a hard time maintaining sympathy.
I don't expect anyone to really have words of wisdom, I just needed to rant.
A little background, I'll try to not get carried away. Back in 1990, DH had a career and life set back. and I think it got him really depressed. He turned into somebody that I don't know, and it left me carrying most of the load taking care of the home and family. About that time I developed severe back problems, and being in the military it took them 9 years to finally do an MRI and admit that I really did have a problem. I would come home from work and DH would just look up from his computer game and say 'poor sweetie... why don't you hurry up and fix dinner so that you can go to bed early?'
In 2001, DH had a stroke. He came through fine, but now in addition to the depression, he now had an excuse to sit around. And while sitting around, he eats. I try to buy healthy foods, but he buys junk and sits in front of his computer games. He is 6' tall and weighed around 205 when we got married (large frame but still slightly over weight), now I wouldn't be surprised if he weighed over 300 pounds. And I think he shrank a few inches too, he looks shorter.
Now to the present... about 1 1/2 months ago, DH started complaining about his leg hurting. After a few weeks of complaining, he finally went to the doctor who told him he thought DH messed up a disc in his back and it's sciatic pain. DH got something from the doctor saying that he shouldn't work for a week. After almost a week on pain killers and steroids, it wasn't better so he got the doctor to say he should be off for another week and they scheduled him for an MRI. Apparently the MRI does show a disc problem and they told him that he would need to see a neurosurgeon. They weren't getting back to him about setting up an appointment, but instead of bugging them about it he just complains that they haven't contacted him. Now work insisted that he come in. The last doctors note for another week off was dated March 9th and he didn't ask about an extension so can't blame the folks where he works... They provided him with a seat so that he doesn't have to stay standing and I think they are trying to be accomodating but they are also short staffed. DH is upset and saying that he doesn't know how they expect him to work when it's causing him this much pain and is saying that he might turn in his notice.
For the last month and a half, the man has done nothing but whine and complain. It is now almost the only thing that he talks about, every time I even walk past him he starts telling me how he feels. I am sure that the extra weight that he is carrying isn't helping for his back, but I can't do anything about it. Believe me, I have tried.
Before anybody tells me that he's needs to see a therapist for his depression, back around 2002 I told him that if he didn't see somebody, I was walking. I told him that I couldn't live like this. He did start seeing a psychologist but even after I contacted the guy and told him some background on what I felt was bothering DH, I don't think any of it was addressed. At the time, DH was retired military and wasn't working, and I think the two of them decided that DH just needed to get a job so that he would feel useful or something. Nothing changed. Then about a year ago DH just out of the blue said 'I think I'm depressed'. After picking my jaw up off of the floor, I said 'you think? Dude, you have been depressed since '90!' I laid out everything that I thought had been the cause, and he acted surprised. He told me that he thought I was right, but still nothing changed.
His depression, his back, his excessive weight... Possibly all linked. I can't do anything about any of it, you can lead a horse to water... The constant 'gloom and doom' complaining has me emotionally worn down. And I feel guilty because I am having a hard time maintaining sympathy.
I don't expect anyone to really have words of wisdom, I just needed to rant.
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