I totally get husband just had a massive heart attack. I totally get he came very very close to death. I get the anxiety. I get the fatigue. I do. I get it. That doesn't make it any easier. He's driving me nuts. I'm not even sure he means to, but doesn't quite matter if I'm about to rip out my hair anyway, does it? I've decided there is nothing worse than a hypochondriac who's had a massive heart attack. First day or two he was too "weak" to get up and get himself anything, only trips to the bathroom. First day I figured well yeah, trip home pretty much wiped him out. Second day......ehh maybe he didn't sleep well.....3rd day....seriously?? He was up and down the halls in the hospital, in and out of bed with no real issue. Here? Well, yesterday afternoon and today he pretty much has had to fend for himself as I've been dealing with Mom's visit. You'd think I was torturing the man or being heartless or something. He's sleeping on the livingroom floor because he's too scared to make the steps. He's plenty strong enough to go up and down them once a day. And after the tantrum he threw yesterday.......um yeah, he's playing weaker than he really is cuz he went stomping through the house nearly like his old self. I've put up with non stop anxiety attacks and childish behavior. He refuses to sleep without lights on and the tv on. I have news for him, this is going to have to stop soon as we can't really afford to keep them going 24/7. I was gone at the motel with mom last night for two whole hrs, and he had to call me. I didn't answer......I'm still getting used to his phone. He tells me when I got him it wasn't because he was scared, it was because he was worried I'd gotten in an accident. Hmm. Ok. I'm voting for the scared myself as he knows how my mom is and if she'd not had car trouble and arrived late I certainly wouldn't have gotten back home within 2 hrs. He just had a massive anxiety attack when he tried to lay on the floor. I mean he's hollering at me that he can't breathe while hyperventilating. I calming told him if he really couldn't breathe, he'd have passed out already. He was fine, it was an anxiety attack, To slow his breathing down, in through the nose out through the mouth. Took less than 5 mins for him to breathe normally again. I explained to him that while he DOES have Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD), it's not that severe. Actually, it's the same (maybe better due to the breathing treatments in hospital) as it's always been and not that bad, not even bad enough to need oxygen so when he can't breathe to remind himself it's just anxiety. Then he still wanted to lay on the floor for a nap.........so I was nice and asked him if he wanted help getting down there......then he asks me to lay with him. Ok, I swear I'm not heartless or unfeeling. And I do love the man..............but omg this is so over the top it's driving me insane in short order. I have anxiety. After my accident I suffered from severe anxiety. husband was about as understanding as a toad. I had to hoover it up and function as best I could until finally driven to seek medication because that didn't work so well. But even with medications I had to learn to tell myself it was anxiety and it would pass and to relax instead of making it worse. husband's anxiety is just so over the top into outter space I'm going to be loony tunes in just a few days. Either that or I'm going to have to be cold hearted and just tell him to stop sniveling and suck it up already. I'm just no saint I guess. Here I was doing so well with my smoking.........and his behavior has literally driven me out onto the porch to smoke to keep from strangling him. I hope his retirement funds come quickly so I can get him in to see my fam doctor for anxiety medications.........and I hope to heaven they give him some good ones.