A funny, not funny moment.
When we came back from the meeting on Wednesday, Rob asked me why his pants were so tight? I said, let me check the size - he was wearing my son's jeans!
My son wears size 29, when Rob was working, he wore size 34.
I knew he had lost weight, but it's scary to think that he could even put on these jeans, but even do them up, and they were not all that tight on him, just snugger than he was used to.
I've been up all night in pain and throwing up, and he took my basin away when I finally fell asleep on the couch! I was cleaning the basin out each time so that's not his excuse. So, I woke up so nauseous, discovered it was gone and called out to him. He was just in the next room, but no response. My throat is sore and raspy, but I keep calling. Finally, after about the 10th time, he answers me, and I ask him to bring back my basin. No idea what I am talking about. Argh, I am so nauseous, my throat is so sore, but I try to explain what I need. I pat the couch next to me, explaining the basin I had right here, that you took away. Blank look... Oh, he says finally, you want a cloth. No, the basin! Before I throw up all over the couch! It's hard enough being sick and having to take care of yourself, and the dogs. He is supposed to only be in early stages
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