My cast iron stomach

One thing they never tell you at the world famous diabetic hospital is the gross stuff you have to learn to endure.  As a while of a sick diabetic you learn to cope with the following and still manage to get something to eat and keep it down: 1) rotten teeth and multiple extractions at once as his diabetes affects his dental health; 2) bowel problems and the smells and sights related to them; 3) wounds that are very slow to heal 4);  body odors associated with diabetes; 5) vomit and the sounds of retching;  6) sticking needles into him and drawing blood;  7) watching and seeing him regurgitate at the table;  8) hearing his wheezing and choking cough; 9) constant mucus that he spits out; 10) dirty kleenex in every basket in the house; watching his physical appearance deteriorate and deteriorate.  Then there are all the invasive tests that he under goes and the new trend to let the spouse sit with the patient as long as possible before the test and including during certain procedures.

I spend hours each day just cleaning.  Cleaning up from him.  The bathroom after almost each time he uses it. He uses it frequently and for long periods of time.  The table after he has a fit of coughing while eating.  I now mostly eat by myself in the living room and serve him at the table,  We do not go out with friends any more.  It is too gross to subject them.