I got up for a few hours this evening. I was concerned about my husbands well being. He's so fed up of being stuck in. I am pretty independent, do my own personal care, getting dressed, all that but I am still a liability with certain things like using the gas cooker until I'm completely off this morphine. He's terrified to let me near it since the Sunday I nearly blew the cooker up. If he hadn't walked in when he did...oh it doesn't bear thinking about. He'd watched me turn a gas off by accident and put it back on. I walked over to the sink to do something else and the next thing he flew into the kitchen like his feet were on fire. I'd put the gas back on okay but without pressing the igniter button, there were other gases alight on the cooker at the time. I'd tried to do dinner because he was so poorly with the bug I ended up catching off him. He ended up having to finish cooking and I felt awful about this. I keep,getting terrifically confused on a grand scale too. Time scales, time lapse, writing dates down in right order. I have messed up on the social room a-z game a couple of times too. The episode the other day with HR just did it. I got it into my head that my sick note two months were up this week thinking it was two months ago when my boss came, it was only there weeks ago. My husband came in from doing a quick plumbing job for a friend and heard the conversation. He looked at me shaking his head in disbelief. I can't help it, this keeps happening and sometimes it scares me. I know it is the meds, the illness and everything.
I'm due to see my GP about all of this next week so hopefully I can get some answers. It's horrid.