10.9.2010-A past day reference.

So, Saturday on the date stated above, my fiance had a heart attack. He is only36. It turned out after a morning of running around and finally realizing we needed to get to a hospital, that he had a 90% blockage in his left anterior descending artery, known fondly as part of the "Widow Maker". He could have died. Since then, they put in one stent, then had to replace the first one because it was not fully extended. I have spent 12+ days sitting bedside until they sent him home yesterday.

Yesterday was stressful and only added to the growing tension I have been feeling. After dealing with Doctors and nurses that would not tell me anything I was left terrified that if something happened again, because we are not married or blood they would just leave me there. Add to this I have become a horrible person.

I know that he was very sick. I know it was him and not me. And yet I can not help feeling a little pissed off at everyone in general. It seems that suddenly these people are popping up at of the wood work. No one called before, no one checked in, And suddenly I have all these people around pretending they give a shit, pretending that they are the ones who saved him, they are the ones who sat bedside, slept in horrible chairs while he recovered. Thats me. Just because they showed up once, for one day and talked about themselves the whole time, does not mean they suddenly give a crap. It pisses me off to see myself dismissed like that, or to see that fake caring they throw at him. I can't help but feel jealous, which i know is rediculous and I am being as bad as they are by making it about me. But aside from actually having the heart attack, it IS about me too. I'm the one who he is going to marry. I am the one that all the responsibility gets piled on later, and the one who would get blamed if something went wrong. I have to spend the rest of our lives (god willing) watching this.Worrying.

On the flip side of that, my anger is extended towards him as well. I thought after my mother passed on, that i was free. It sounds horrible but after 12 years of illness, 5 of those spent in my care, I was finally able to live my life without worrying about how to fit someone else's issues in my basket. I'm tired. I need a break and from one I get the other. God knows I love him, god knows I will stand by him no matter what..It's just...frustrating.

I'm going to go off and finish my egg whites omelet now.... and continue being a bad person. yup...