DH and I work for the same institution. They have a yearly health-rewards program that is voluntary -- you get $100 in your paycheck for filling out a brief questionnaire and attending a 15-30 minute check-up (waist measurement, cholesterol check, BP, and weight.) Then, if you want, you can sign-up for a 1'ce a month coach to call and give you exercise tips or whatnot.
I was very pleased with my results this year -- 38 pt. drop in cholesterol (yay healthy diet!), 15 lbs lighter, 10 point BP drop...I'm now at optimal stats (except for a few extra lbs, but I digress). I think the program has it's merits - but then this happened:
I've participated for the last 6 years, and for some reason DH participated for the first time this year.
Now I am very angry with the service: one of the questions is "does your spouse have a chronic condition?" DH answered "yes". He was then asked by the nurse "what does she have?" He said: "Probably RRMS".
So, the nurse reviewing his results talked to him for 60+ minutes about how he "needs to take time for himself" and "having an ill partner can destroy your health" "Don't let her suck the life out of you" "What are you going to do when she's incontinent/bed-ridden?" and "It can be especially stressful on men when they have a sick partner as men aren't made to be caretakers" etc.
He calls me up upset, as he has always been one to avoid thinking about unpleasant things, AND he is now worried that MY issues are going to collaterally mess HIM up! Also, that I'm speeding on my way to gibbering bed-riddendom any second...Argh! Stupid, misinformed, idiotic...**** that nurse, and the duncecap she rode in on!
I pay more than 1/2 of our bills, I've paid for supplemental long-term-care and disability insurance for years (long before MS'y stuff surfaced...though I'd better be safe than sorry) I make decent money, I make all of our meals from scratch, do our taxes and investments, I garden, do yard work, work full-time, take care of our critters, entertain, and I do it with good-humor, and even when I feel like hell and the TM and TN are burning and stabbing away, I don't spread it around or complain.
I sort of want to say "**** you" to my spouse right now too - but he's just had a "professional" give him a load of crap and scare him...so I guess I'll have the talk (again) about the difference between a chronic condition and a terminal condition. *SIGH*
Sometimes though, I am sick-to-death of having to educate people.
/end rant
I was very pleased with my results this year -- 38 pt. drop in cholesterol (yay healthy diet!), 15 lbs lighter, 10 point BP drop...I'm now at optimal stats (except for a few extra lbs, but I digress). I think the program has it's merits - but then this happened:
I've participated for the last 6 years, and for some reason DH participated for the first time this year.
Now I am very angry with the service: one of the questions is "does your spouse have a chronic condition?" DH answered "yes". He was then asked by the nurse "what does she have?" He said: "Probably RRMS".
So, the nurse reviewing his results talked to him for 60+ minutes about how he "needs to take time for himself" and "having an ill partner can destroy your health" "Don't let her suck the life out of you" "What are you going to do when she's incontinent/bed-ridden?" and "It can be especially stressful on men when they have a sick partner as men aren't made to be caretakers" etc.
He calls me up upset, as he has always been one to avoid thinking about unpleasant things, AND he is now worried that MY issues are going to collaterally mess HIM up! Also, that I'm speeding on my way to gibbering bed-riddendom any second...Argh! Stupid, misinformed, idiotic...**** that nurse, and the duncecap she rode in on!
I pay more than 1/2 of our bills, I've paid for supplemental long-term-care and disability insurance for years (long before MS'y stuff surfaced...though I'd better be safe than sorry) I make decent money, I make all of our meals from scratch, do our taxes and investments, I garden, do yard work, work full-time, take care of our critters, entertain, and I do it with good-humor, and even when I feel like hell and the TM and TN are burning and stabbing away, I don't spread it around or complain.
I sort of want to say "**** you" to my spouse right now too - but he's just had a "professional" give him a load of crap and scare him...so I guess I'll have the talk (again) about the difference between a chronic condition and a terminal condition. *SIGH*
Sometimes though, I am sick-to-death of having to educate people.
/end rant
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