I just got off the phone with hubby. He took the initiative and made a dr appt and went in today. He has type-2 diabetes, kidney disease (most likely caused by the diabetes), high blood pressure, gout, high cholesterol, sleep apnea, and who knows what else.
A few years ago, he had a staph infection of the type MRSA, which is the worst type. They took care of it, but in the past few months, he has been getting boils. I didn't know what boils were before, but let's just say, they're gross! He has one on his finger and it is like a big zit -- pussy and throbbing and hurting. He also has a pulled tendon or something like that in his upper arm and he said that really hurt. Turns out the tendon thing is really a secondary infection caused by the staph. The dr lanced the boil (that's why she gets paid a lot!) and told him that dialysis is in his future.
I have been a member of SP since 1/3 and have been doing great on the "healthy living" band wagon. DH got pneumonia in December and I think he was diagnosed with diabetes and kidney disease around then. So since I've changed my eating habits, I have been trying to convince DH to change his. I'm changing mine so I can be skinny and cute (
) but he needs to change his or he will die!
I know that men are usually not as healthy as women, and husbands are usually older (DH is 4 years older than me) and men don't live as long as women, but good grief! The man is only 46! He's aged more in the last year than in the 15 I knew him before that. I don't want to be 50 years old stuck with a 90 year old man (who's really only 55!)
Last night I was in bed trying to sleep and DH and DS were downstairs. DS yelled "Dad! Dad! Are you OK?" and then yelled "Mom! Mom!". I freaked out and ran downstairs thinking that something bad had happened. I said "What's wrong?" and they both looked at me like I was crazy. Apparently, DS was watching a TV show where someone yelled "Dad, are you OK?" so he yelled it, too. (He's 11, what can I say.) And then he wanted to ask me something and didn't realize I had gone to sleep so he was yelling for me. Maybe I'm just being a hypochondriac, but it scared me.
And so that was my Sunday night.