Reality check

“Reality check in aisle 5 – reality check in aisle 5”

What’s aisle 5? Probably the snack aisle considering yesterday’s pitiful performance from this little black duck (and thank you ALDI – why on earth you have to sell the best snacks in the universe and be situated a block away from my office I’ll never know !!). I’ve been feeling SO positive lately, as you can probably tell from my long-winded thoughtful posts … LOL.

Then a bad thing happened… don’t they always.

A good friend of my DH’s passed away yesterday. He was only 32. He had cancer and he was treated with chemotherapy about 12 months ago and they thought it was gone. Sadly, his lung collapsed two weeks ago and when they took him in to surgery they found that the cancer had come back, worse than ever. They gave him a week to live.

Then they changed their minds. He was on oxygen and got sent home (my thoughts at the time were that they had sent him home to die) but they said once he was off oxygen they would give him more chemo and they were hoping for the best.

He went back into hospital yesterday morning and didn’t come out.

It’s very sad ….. he has a daughter the same age as my step daughter (11) and a little girl a couple of months younger than my DS.

His partner said that he told her yesterday when they got to hospital that he ‘wasn’t scared’ so I guess he knew what was happening.

Rest in peace Sharif, you were one of the good guys and you will be truly missed.

My DH was needless to say, very very upset and said he was ‘going to the Pub’. This is when my eating started. What is it with men that they just can’t deal with their emotions like us women do, why do they have to drown their sorrows in alcohol? It sure doesn’t make anything better and in fact they’re only delaying the inevitable aren’t they?

My DH doesn’t have a very good reputation when it comes to alcohol and being responsible. He just doesn’t realise that those two words CAN be used together. The worst thing is that when he gets together with “the boys” he loses all sense of reality and it turns into some “let’s see who can drink the most” competition……….and he always wins.

This is why I overate yesterday. I was scared about what state he would come home in, if he was going to come home at all. Going on his previous history, I knew it wouldn’t be good and I was stressing out big time.

Well, here’s the surprising thing (and believe me I was gobsmacked cos this has NEVER happened before). DH rang me and asked me to pick him up on the way back from picking up DS at the babysitters at 5.30pm.

He was a little drunk, and even though he had one schooner of “normal” beer because it was what his mate drank, he stuck to light beer for the rest of the afternoon. I’m very proud of him and all that nervous eating I did wasn’t really needed (not that I needed it anyway but you know what I mean). Now if we can just get through the wake in the same fashion I’ll be very pleased with his effort. Perhaps my DH is finally growing up?????

Let’s not get our hopes up just yet.