I have a problem. Yes, I know, many of you have thought that already, but here’s the thing…
I need some pretty damn powerful antibiotics, and my paperwork is askew, so I am not getting them and have missed a dose or two.
Hopefully, that will be rectified by 10 A.M. on Wednesday. I can deal with that.
Here’s my bigger problem…
Many of you have been so kind with your e-cards, phone calls, emails, and offers of sex once I get well, that I am overwhelmed.
I am overjoyed by your outpouring of good will and sense of decency as it relates to caring for a fellow human being. In my case…me.
However, between Friday and Tuesday night, my situation has also brought out the worst in some people. It is that fact that I’d like to touch upon, illuminate, and forever get out of the way.
Friday night I received in hospital room a call from a woman (who could be a sister) asking how I was doing. I said, “I’m getting better, but wished I was outta here.”
After that remark, I was full frontally attacked by words that echoed the phrases,
“Why didn’t you call me? Are you too good for me? You told everyone else. Oh just never mind….click.”
The truth is, is that when I went into the hospital, I called my brother Marty (a day later), and no one else. Between Schmoop posting and calls from Marty to others, no one was notified by me. Oh well…I’ll live with my selfishness.
But eh, that kinda thing is family and is easily dealt with. However, here’s the kicker to all of this…
Late Sunday afternoon, Ryno came up to the hospital with his mom. For two minutes, it was fun. I was seeing my son and I was happy.
She commented on how nice it has been because I work on the house, tutor Ryno, and am always around should she or Ryno need me.
Ryno’s mom said, “Does that chest tube stretch far enough for you to go to the bank?” Once again…nice.
A mixture of sadness, humiliation, and anger overcame me. They stayed for about 20 minutes after that, but I couldn’t be myself. I was hurt.
There was no money. There was no check. And she knew it, but she wanted the 59% of my take home pay that I always give her.
Monday night I got released…late. Evidently my son called ten minutes after I got discharged. I hadn’t call him because I knew that he had B-Ball practice.
Yesterday, I got verbally trashed by Ryno’s mom because I didn’t call (although I called him at 7 A.M. Tuesday morning) and let him know that I was out.
I called Ryno’s mom Tuesday night in order to voice my displeasure over her “anger”. She went on a rant about what a jerk and whore that I am.
Whatever…I can take slurs against me that are not true…But what gets me is that we have been getting along so well for so long. So why the change?
It’s because of the money that she won’t be getting for two weeks…I told her that, and yet, she claims that she is hurt for Ryno.
What a crock, what a liar, and what a coward she be.
If you truly hate me; tell me such. It’s not like we haven’t done that to each other before.
Of course, we were married then, and there was no win or lose. Today, you are worried about what you can get…and me?
I’m more concerned about who I can make happy.
Cheers and Suck It!!
I Now Have My Drugzzzzzz. Yippee!!