Puzzled

 Tommy is getting better. Sunday night, thanks to my ministrations, he was well enough to curse me, liberally using the F word toward me. Today, he is refusing my back pounding, saying it does not help at all. His chest is sstill gurgling! He is so smart that, you know, I just have to defer to his superiority. He refuses to breathe deeply or try to cough up anything. I guess he wants to stew in phlegm. He is lucky I don't have a violent bone in my body or violent thought in my head. 

I drove to get his antiviral this afternoon and he refuses to take it. He said the pharmacist said to wait until tonight, so ten hours after med acquisition, he will take it. There is no reasoning with him. The pharmacist told him this at noon. So, Tommy will wait until 10 pm or later. It makes no sense. It really is hard to feel sorry for him with all the abuse he is putting me through. 

Without his asking, I bring water and take away empties. But, Sunday, he was so ill, he asked me to bring him water. He also asked for cheese. That was just before his recovery and cursing me. I carried away five pepsi cans. He never asks me for a pepsi, so I am surprised he has three more empty cans.

Yesterday, when we went to pharmacy, I asked him if he wanted something to eat. No. Then, on the way back, I asked him again. He wanted fries. At home, he was gobbling fries. I have never seen him eat so fast. The day before when he ate the chicken noodle soup, he was eating it so fast that I was astounded. He just needs to get food in front of him. That is why I tempted him with fries since he loves them and rarely gets them. 

Since I plan to go to the grocery store tomorrow, I will push myself to wash my hair tonight. I need apples and bananas. Neither of us will run out of milk at the rate we are drinking milk. I may have to toss meat I did not cook. Too bad. My hands still shake at times. We may just get cooked meat from the freezer instead of thawing meat to cook. That is what the cooked meat is for. We will finish the taco soup tonight. Tommy said he can eat some of that. Okay, I checked and had to toss two meats I did not get cooked this last week. Too bad. 

Overnight Sunday night into Monday morning, there was some kind of weather that Tommy said shook the house. I sleep through stuff like that. 

It is difficult to keep things picked up around here. One day last week, I got up from my chair and Kleenex and cough drop papers and all sorts of stuff fell off me. When, I came back to my chair, I was shocked at the litter. 

Okay, off to heat up the taco soup and open a can of peaches. In a nasty tone, he said the soup should have more water because he wants liquid. He only wants water added and is getting mean about it. I will add cheese to the top of mine and water to his. 

Have you ever experienced anyone who gets nasty toward caregiver/helper upon recovery?