When it rains, it seems to pour for us, doesn't it?
On the upside, the kitten is exactly what I craved: totally devoted to me, sleeps with me and is learning the proper position for a lap cat, which is my lap, and not my chest or under my chin. She also looks so much like my Spider as a kitten that it's like coming home. Plus, she's amazing with J; she hasn't scratched him or bitten him once, even though he tries to carry her around by her neck (we're working on that one...)
But on two other fronts, things are not so good. First, I've been quite sick (brain sick) for the past two weeks. I tried to say something on here, but I'm so used to keeping it a secret that I couldn't post any of the posts I wrote telling you about it. This is also why we were so desperate to get me a good p-doc that I called my beloved doctor in TO. It's interfering with my ability to take care of J, not in small part because he's the trigger. Brain sickness and childcare duties don't mix too well.
As a result, OH has had to deal with a lot, and he's becoming increasingly anxious. He even had to go on anti-depressants himself to help cope. But he's also drinking too much wine. Remember, SK, so long ago, when I said Eric lies? Well, this is one of the things he lies about. (Smoking is another.) I know all the signs now, but way back, years ago, when he went through another bought of this, I was too sick to notice and help him. He stopped on his own accord, though, because he started to scare himself. He's been quite open about it this time, and I'm not pressuring him (if I pressure, he lies), but we need to
really talk about it, and I don't have the ability to do so right now. He claims that, in part, he's drinking to celebrate, as his book was just published and the reviews are good; a professor mentor of his who is retiring in 3 years has openly declared OH his successor; one of the news magazines which reviewed the book was so impressed by his writing that they asked him to write an article for them at fifty cents a word, and his income is increasing steadily as the two universities he works for seek him out for course after course, which makes his wages go up quite substantially.
But then there's me, and it's been rather nightmarish for us all, except for J, who goes to the Day House or Oma's whenever there are signs of real trouble with me. I'm hoping OH'll have his "come to Jesus" moment soon, when he realizes he has to stop again. We just had an incident, too. Since lack of sleep as been an immense trigger for me this past little while (depression, not mania), he's been on night duty if the boy cries because of teething. But just now, quite late, he didn't hear J cry, and I woke up and didn't even know where OH was in the house. I yelled and yelled for him, but nothing. I gave J the meds myself and rocked him back to sleep, and OH finally arrived on the scene half-way through. I sent him away, but went to find him afterwards. He was in his bed, completely out of it. The monitor wasn't on, either, so if J wakes up again, it'll be me going in again (I don't need a monitor to hear him). I'm hoping this'll be it; if he realizes the wine is interfering with taking care of J, it might
just be the thing that snaps him out of it. But I'm so worried for him; this much wine every evening cannot solely be the result of celebrating. So the only other pressure is...me.
I'm scared that I won't be able to help him snap out of it--that this time won't be as simple as last time. And I certainly don't want him drinking secretly; the last time it felt like an incredible betrayal. I'm hoping that the inability to take care of J will work. And I know: he won't stop until he wants to stop, but he does want to (or so he says). I just don't know how to fight this battle with him.
And to tell the truth, I wasn't worried until tonight. I've watched OH and my parents stop drinking wine heavily overnight. I'm actually far more afraid that he'll lie again.
And then, there is my brain cold. Which is overwhelming me so much right now that I still can't talk about it. I will, soon, I hope. My posts are outlets; they let me see the humour in things, where in real life, I see none. And I'm hoping that volunteering at the library will ease the boredom and the fact that I feel like a lay-about.
They say that one in four marriages end when one spouse is bi-polar. I know that I couldn't do what he is doing: taking care of me, of J, and working at the same time. He says he can handle it, but I'm worried.
But let's end this post on a happier note. The kitten is in the crook of my arm as I speak, purring away, and occasionally giving me a little lick. You can't beat that.
Okay, now I'm going to be brave and post this thing.