When I went out to a meeting this morning, OH, who has PD, announced that he was going to put some big heavy pitcures into the loft. The last thing I said as I went out of the door was "Please don't do this - you cannot manage it by yourself. Please wait till one of the SILs is here to help."
What do I find when I get back? - he has broken a rib whilst trying to do this!
I suggest some paracetamol to ease the pain and get huge flea in my ear! Later he gives in and takes it and is in less pain.
Grrrrr!
I am trying to be sympathetic, but finding it hard. I must sound like a very hard woman, but this sort of thing happens all the time and sometimes I get a bit exasperated. I cannot help it.
In my point of view this is ridiculous and needs stopping