Energy seems to be picking up which is great as we're going to Middlesbrough for a few days to see Jon's family.
I sometimes really don't think Jon gets how I feel. When you're tired/no energy and just plain sick of feeling crap you are going to be snappy - but oh no I just told it must be PMT (which let's face it is one of the worst things you can tell a woman) - well shows how much he knows about the meds I'm on!
So in repayment for me snapping/daring to say something he didn't agree with on Sunday he's been lounging around in bed watching tv for 2 days...instead of having good quality time with Jack...Monday was lovely and they could have gone out.
I really dislike sulkers and he knows that which is why he's doing what he's doing...I just think it's a waste of time and days off.
Moan over - he really is a good hubby but every now and again he seems to forget that no matter how bad our situation is for him it's 100 times worse for me as I'm the one with the shitty disease and going through treatment with the knowledge that there is no cure!