Just Two Chicks!

Just Two Chicks!


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Back to normal yet?

My internet has decided to play hide-and-seek today so I figured I would write now and post later. 
First of all, I want to thank everyone for the good thoughts. I’m scheduled for the biopsy tomorrow afternoon, and am ready to get all of this behind me so I can get back to my writing self. 
My patience has stepped out of the building too. I don’t have patience for things like the wife being frustrated because I haven’t made coffee yet. First of all, she’s usually not up at this time, and second, I was told to stay away from caffeine. How hard is it to make coffee, and not have any? 
Because I don’t have patience, I ask her outright... “Are you distancing yourself from me in case something is wrong?” She admits she is, but she’ll work on it... Really?!?! Heaven help me if this biopsy shows the “C” word. People tend to throw that word around way too easily, by the way. I would rather not say it. 
Or maybe she’s distancing herself because I told her yesterday, I would rather not do the business if we aren’t going to do it right. Opening it in a crappy building is not doing it right. That’s not setting the good first impression that needs to be set when you start a new store-front type of service business that you want people to be thrilled to bring their children to. 
So now I’m not appreciative, and being a housewife means you have to appreciate not working. That’s all well and good, but to me being appreciative is not kissing butt and verbally agreeing to something I don’t agree with! Make sense? 
I’d accept the second reason for distance before the first... I’ll tell you that. Did I distance myself when it was pretty much confirmed that she has MS. No, I did not. I supported her. I looked for different types of things, and activities that could lessen the symptoms. I went to appointments with her. I know that she could very well end up in a wheelchair or worse, and I’m here, ready to do what I need to do. SO she better straighten up (well, not straight, but anyway) and fly right, because I don’t need this. Hell, I’m still dealing with my mother and her crazy emails. She must really be having a schizophrenic storm right now... this heat isn’t good for anyone. 
Right now, I’m going to go get ready to go. We’re meeting some friends at Buffalo WIld Wings and I’m going to have a drink. I really want one... 


The Bipolar Diva said...

Good, get a drink! A nice, big one!

Rob-bear said...

Well, we'll send energy, and prayers, and good stuff tomorrow. For your biopsy, and your wife.
I hope wings and something without caffeine to drink would be good. (Would that be rum without coke?)
Blessings and Bear hugs.