I awoke to use the potty in the wee hours of the morning on Monday.
No pun intended.
When I stood from a horizontal position, I almost screamed in pain.
Oh shit, I thought, my back seized up again.
This has happened about ten times in my life and after each time I tend to forget how much it sucks.
Almost like having a baby.
So now I can't walk and have to pee.
This would not end well if I didn't get moving.
Which I did, I slooowwwwlllyyyy lowered my tush on the seat in jerky movements and emptied my bladder. As I wiped, I wished with all my heart that I had a bidet.
I stood up using the same jerky motion and went into the living room knowing sleep was over for the night.
It was about 3:30am.
By 7:00, I was no better and knew I would be calling in sick to work that day. However, I did get to enjoy several hours of the MASH marathon so all was not lost.
In addition, I had to wake SCM up to take the munchkin to school.
This process is never fun.
Since he claims he can not go straight to bed after working the 5pm-11pm shift, he stays up to four o'clock in the morning playing video games, looking at porn and I assume, choking his favorite chicken.
After snoozing less than three hours he is bound to be cranky.
I don't hate him for this. I am used to it.
No, the hate part came when he returned from driving the kid to school.
While he was gone, I called my doctor and requested the medication that had worked for me in the past to be called into the pharmacy. They said they would do so immediately.
When SCM returned home I asked him to please go back out and pick it up. He said he would be happy too. I informed him I have no cash on me and could he please pay for the medication.
And he responded...
"If I MUST."
No dear, why don't I just crawl to the nearest ATM machine to get the fucking $10.00 copay because I know laying it out is such a sacrifice.
He complained he was budgeting his money and didn't account for this.
Ten dollars.
Ten fucking dollars for his wife who he claims to love more than life itself.
Maybe more than life but certainly not more than ten bucks.
Yes you MUST.
Dickhead.
6 comments:
Welcome back Chris
By the way have the same problem with my back. It once took me 23 minutes to make it the 30 feet to the can for a pee, its a good job I can hold it lol
Get a cane they are cheep hide it where no one can see it, it helps with the sitting and standing
...raazor has a good idea...either that, or sleep in a diaper...
The dickhead strikes again. Apparently you're worth about $9.99. You pushed it too far.
Why don't you divorce your husband? You obviously really do hate him, so... why not divorce him?
There all fucking dickheads!
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