For the first couple of days, I was close to being totally dependent on her. Then as I felt better I gave her a lot of trouble because I wanted to push the edge of how much I could do for myself. Sometimes I wonder why they call a sick person a patient. My lack of patience exposes me as a poor patient. Being sick is a tough thing for a wife and a mom.
Most mothers only allow themselves about a half a day a year to be sick.
They grow weary of accumulated laundry, messes in the kitchen and children fighting over whose turn it is to clean up said messes. He'll call and make his apologies. I know how bad you feel, but I probably won't be home until about 10 o'clock tonight. It doesn't take him long to figure out the relative degree of difficulty in life's stresses. If demands from his boss stresses him to a 7 on a scale of 1 to 10, his wife's illness will stress him to about an 11.2.