What a day to discuss health issues — both physical and mental — as effected by daily stresses in life. I am sooo stressed out today, I absolutely have the heebie-jeebies! If I could just get away from myself for a little while, I know it would help.
For three weeks, I have been dealing with this physical condition created by a sinus/ear infection that has left me with chronically stopped up ears — I CAN’T HEAR A THING!!! Understand, there is no pain associated with the condition; there is no obvious visible sign associated with the condition. In other words, I am not writhing and screaming in pain, nor are there roaring flames shooting from my ears. That said, one might get the picture that the condition is simply annoying and that my patience is completely gone.
My spouse, never a patient person when life throws him even a teeny, weeny curve, has taken this problem of mine on as though it is HIS cross to bear. Do not mistake what I just said to indicate that his compassion is overwhelming. What I mean is his compassion is somewhere between underwhelming and non-existent. MY inability to hear much of anything other than muffledy-muff-muffle, has become in his opinion, my opportunity to drive him nuts (a short trip, if you know what I mean). He fully believes that this is part of a plot that the entire Communist Party and I have concocted to annoy him to the point that he may have to go fishing to get away from my bad attitude.
(I offered to pay for his bait — hell, I offered to buy him a boat!)So until I can get in to see the ear, nose and throat specialist next week, I am seriously in doubt if anyone can save this marriage between now and then. I’ve read that with the right kind of marriage counseling, even a situation like ours can be turned around to the point that it feels like you are back on your honeymoon. (Do I need to mention at this point that one of the highlights of our honeymoon included a trip to the Dothan Worm Gardens?)
Chronic otitis by itself is a walk in the park but not when combined with a marriage being challenged by the temporary infirmity of the wife when the husband is a paranoid, whiney-assed baby. So when my hearing condition is cured, as I am sure it will be, perhaps I will have the patience again to work on saving this marriage. I hope my mental health holds out until then.
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