Hi Ali :grouphug2:
I can't add much to what the others have said. I too went through this but for me it was pre-diagnosis and with my ex husband. At that time I was ill but had no idea why and it is so so frustrating feeling ill and cranky and knwoing it but just not being able to stop it.
By the time I had my diagnosis I was going out with my new partner (now husband) and he's the sort it is impossible to smash plates in front of. He'd probably take them out of the cupboard and hand them to me to help...
I also get emotions all over the place with high doses of steroids - I can't remember if that might have been a problem for you too.
Otherwise, unfortunately I think that it is all a pretty normal part of the grieving and acceptance process that goes on. A lot of love and TLC with people who can just look after you might help a bit and, obviously, talking to hubby about it when you're both calm. I actually felt quite silly with hubby as I sort of warned him that there were times that I just couldn't cope (and I was fine when I told him) and that at those times if he uttered the question "why?" I would most likely strangle him - same if he was "in my face" about it or trying to "fix" what couldn't be fixed. He took that all on board and when I'm not OK or suddenly burst into tears for no known reason he just comes up to me very gently and puts his arms around me. Of course, he's a wonderful person too but I think that if I hadn't explained that at a totally unconnected time he'd have been lost and hurt too.
The week off work sounds more than necessary. Another thing that we did and I would fully recommend, if you can afford it, is to get someone in to help a little with the domestic chores. My hubby is more than willing to do them but works until all hours trying to keep us together financially and that extra help meas that week-ends are not cleaning marathons but family time. Of course, the context is easy here as Belgium have a pretty unusual and helpful scheme regarding domestic help.
Sorry, bit of a ramble there but you're not alone and just think in Greece smashing plates is all part of daily life!!
Katharine