October 25, 2012

  • The Beast And His Eye Surgery

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    I told you the Beast was self-centered once or twice before, right?  Well, here's a good example of just how he is.  As far as I knew from the original information provided by the doctor's office, his surgery was for 10am or 11am...I forget just which it was.  However, I did know that he wouldn't be able to drive himself home afterward.  I got myself set to get up at 7am so there was lots of time to get ready, have some coffee and then leave.  I'm not sure how long the surgery would take so I thought I would just bring my Nook and read.

    A little bit ago, the Beast woke me up because he had asked a friend from church (nice family) to drive him up to the hospital and bring him home.  It seems the doctor's office had called him the other day to change the time of his eye surgery and he never told me.  Never.  Never even mentioned it.  He also NEVER told me he had made this arrangement and I am going to tell you why.  He doesn't want me to drive.  He hates the idea of me TRYING to drive anywhere except Walmart which is close and requires me to use only not very busy rural roads.

    I am not kidding.  All because I lost my big toe.  What really pisses me off is his not telling me at all about the changes.  When we talked originally (and even a couple times during the last week), he knew I planned on driving him home from the hospital.  So instead he has put out someone that he's only known for a short time rather than let me drive.  He only woke me up early because his ride wasn't here and wasn't answering his phone.  He then bowed to the inevitable (his thought) and woke me.  I told him I had planned and why leave so early since his surgery wasn't until 10am or so.  I thought about it and realized it was at 10am because he had been told not to eat after 5am.  I had gotten the same instructions when MY surgery on my arteries in my abdomen was scheduled.

    That's when he told me about his *ride* not being here yet so I got up and got ready.  I was almost ready to grab my purse and Nook and go when his *ride* pulled into the driveway.  He gave me a kiss goodbye and ran out the door.

    So here I am, sitting at my computer and I am PISSED over the way he handled this whole thing.  I will let you know how the day progresses.  He does this to me and yet he will expect me to take care of him when he gets home.  What am I?  Chopped liver?  I'm his wife of 48 years (last August) and this is how he treats me?  I don't know why I keep thinking that he has become easier to live with and a bit nicer than he used to be.  He's still an asshole.  He acts like it's nothing but I know how much of a drama king he can be.

    Like I said...I shall return with updates.  Love you all.