The night before medical procedures always sucks balls. I try to go to my zen place and let the inappropriate stress coping methods roll over me. Odds are I'll be getting the "I don't deserve you, you're so wonderful to me" thing in a few hours. Sound and fury, signifying nothing.
I hate the way Hubby is when his verbal functions are back from anesthesia but his higher functions haven't reappeared yet. There's a person who lives in his brain that comes out when his higher brain is in lock down, and I don't like that person at all. But over the years, I learned that higher-brain Hubby has no conscious knowledge of sub-brain Hubby, and I don't think I can hold higher-brain Hubby responsible. I told him once what sub-brain Hubby had said once, and it practically drove him to tears begging me not to think those statements had any bearing on what he believed. It's hard to accept, because it is all facets of him, and those thoughts exist somewhere in his brain, but I've slowly learned to let it go. The drama isn't worth the cost--and I pray he's never exposed to the thoughts that I stuff back into my not-so-sub-brain's appalling face.
She ran out of spoons, she was trying to steal his cause he had them.
One big advantage to life-partnering - two sets of spoons.
A big disadvantage of life-partnering: some days, all the spoons are in the dishwasher, and you go after each other with the remaining forks and knives.
ugh, Maria, you are so not a bitch. I'm sorry he's making a hard time harder. And, you know, he gets to be unconscious for a good part of tomorrow while you have to be awake and living it. And that sucks!
You deal, take it day by day, and move on. Hopefully not alone.
Yup. indeed.
I would love to poach someone else's spoons right now, but that's exactly why no one is letting me near their cutlery drawer.
Thanks, everyone.
I ONLY HAVE A COKE SPOON LEFT. DO NOT FUCK WITH ME UNLESS YOU WANT IT STABBED INTO YOUR BRAINPAN
A thousand times, yes. Also to the forks and knives being all that's left sometimes.
Sound and fury, signifying nothing.
And sometimes, it signifies everything. Both of our coping mechanisms need work. I can be just as cruel when I lash out.
lisa, I wish I could make him understand how this affects me (not to make it all about me, but I think he forgets that my responses are not going to be the same responses he thinks I should have). I'm not the one that's sick, but I'm going through it just the same.
I would love to poach someone else's spoons right now
I would totally go to Costco and buy the industrial size box of spoons for you to steal. Just let me keep enough so that I don't go for the forks and knives.
