Oh Barb, I really sense more to the story here..I am married 35 years and in that...there are things now that get* me with my life mate.
Last night he took the receipt from the table that i signed that goes to the waiter...the waiter actually ran out to our car to get it. I was so mad...he just blew it off. I was so embarrassed, I took the one with the card.....there was no reason for him to touch it!
What I am saying is, as you age...the little things start to get you. Things aren't funny anymore. Needs are bigger and again Comunication is the key....do ya love him? Make compromises with him. Get the stents done and then talk about the shared responsibilities. He also sounds like he could use a pulmonologist to tune up his lungs and a support group RN led for pulmonary teaching (hospital based often) see the local hosp for community lectures on this subject.
I don't know how old you are but the seniors may also have a resource for him to tune up (if he wants to) that is another whole dynamic.....he may pull back and "be sick-sicker" to get out of helping.....(mine does things wrong so I have to do it.)
I am lucky to have him cook most of the time and I do everything else....laundry..yard..parties..projects and repairs. I medicate and move. Times i suffer he feels bad but he knows try so hard to do what I can.
So, again...life mate dynamics is a trip. You have to figure it out on your own and pick your battles, make peace with what is left for you and talk* about the issues as a whole. He might be feeling really lousy not breathing right with the heart issues right now.
Can you pre-med before cooking? Bring a fan in the kitchen for the breeze to help you? Make one pot dishes or (I love my pressure cooker..plug in and leave it til it beeps and DONE!)
Take the emotion out of it and make a plan to get it done......you can trick this dragon we have in so many ways, but if I am pissed of at DH then it is so much harder to move forward.
OK, off my soap box....maybe I said something useful, all said in love and care though. Hugs, Nancy B