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TIFU by getting injured at work

This was typed on a phone, sorry if the formatting is wrong. *This one is a little long (heads up).

Not sure really where to begin, but this possible FU started back in August (and is still happening today), when I (39 M) passed out at work (second shift warehouse environment), hitting my shoulder and head on a conveyor (like) belt. The initial diagnosis, simple mild concussion, solely on the fact that I didn't initially know what date it was, after being woken up from my work time nap. Nothing about my shoulder. 5 days later I finally get to see an occupational doctor, she gives me work restrictions (which my job could not accommodate) and physical therapy for my shoulder. Since they could not accommodate, I have been shelfed until the occupational doctor gets the results of an MRI on my shoulder (scheduled the second week of October).

Here's where I think I'm F-ing Up:

Since I am not working currently, I am home all day, with our (married to a 33 F) toddler. Fine no big deal, I am a dad, this is my responsibility. Now I'm am not disabled because of the work injury, and thanks to p.t. I'm definitely getting more range of motion back. I try to get done what I can. My issue is that, the amount that she does around the house has severely lessened, since I've been out of work. We have had a "whoever gets to the chore first, just gets it done" mentality, so no gender defined chores (as it should be IMO). It seems that since I am home literally all day, that I am (obviously) going to be the one to get to everything first. I feel like house hold chores went from 50/50 to 80/20. I have no issue if she's over loaded and just can't get something done. Fine, we have all been there. Before the injury, I'd still do my best to make sure that 1) the kitchen/dining room were clean 2) Living room clean (as clean as it can be having a toddler and a 7 year old). 3) Garbage/recycling taken out, everyday (before I'd leave for work), while having our toddler (no spot in daycare for him yet). Doing whatever I could to lighten the amount she'd have to do, while also caring for our kids, while I was at work.

For context we have been together for 10 years. So at this point, I've become used to the arrangement we have, regarding chores. These past 2 months, I feel like the arrangement has changed, solely on the fact that I am home all day. Am I still F-ing up, by continuing to do (almost) everything, so that way we can enjoy the evening as a family?

I know the obvious answer (have a conversation with her about it). The problem with that is, that she is going to take it as a personal attack, as opposed to being what it is, wanting help around the house. I tend to not talk about things such as this, because no matter how I approach her, I am left feeling like it's a "me" problem, not and "us" problem. She has even said to me, that she doesn't know how she is going to get things done, once I'm cleared to return to work.

TLDR: I got hurt at work, wife essentially stopped doing housework, since I am home all day recovering.

***Edited for punctuation.

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