I'm at bf's mom's apt this morning. Going to hospital at 2 pm. The more I'm around him these days, the more I see how this cannot work any more.
I'm getting this ice chest thing that will cool my ankle after surgery. The doctor's office called this morning and the lady reminded me to have plenty of ice on hand to keep the thing full. I'll be icing my foot for 2-3 weeks.
So I hung up and said to bf, "The doctor's office called and said to make sure we have plenty of ice on hand for the ice chest thing."
He said, "Well, I'll get you a big 10-pound ice chest and you'll have plenty of ice."
That didn't actually make too much sense to me, because ice in an ice chest melts eventually. You really have to keep it in the freezer, right?
Then it started.
Me (thinking why would we want an ice chest sitting around here letting the ice melt when we have a freezer?): "Let's just get a couple of bags of ice and put them in the freezer."
Him, sarcastically: "Since you seem to have a plan, let's hear it." [subtext: "You totally rejected my idea."]
Me: "Well, I was thinking that since I'm going to be here at the apt for a few days, why don't we just get a couple of bags of ice and put them in the freezer here? Ice in an ice chest is just going to melt."
Him: "When it melts, it's even colder than when it's frozen."
Huh?
It went on and on for a few minutes, with him suggesting the big ice chest to keep the ice in for the little ice chest that will be cooling my foot. As usual, it wasn't specifically the content of the discussion, although that was lame enough, it was the sarcastic "I guess you have it all figured out and my ideas are crap" tone.
It's just so tiresome to spar over every little teeny thing.
Last night, I was trying to get myself to the apartment. I got the wheelchair out of the car and I had several bags, one of them a rolling bag. I did okay pushing myself with one leg until the path started going uphill. When I got to the front door, I got partway through it (the auto-open thing was broken) and got stuck. The door closed on me and my rolling bag. I sat there for a while waiting for someone else to come along, and oddly, the only other person I know here DID come along. She's the webmaster at the Temple and her parent's live in the apt above bf's parents. She freed me and helped me take my stuff upstairs.
Later I recounted this story to bf, and all he could focus on was "how did you get stuck in the door? That doesn't make any sense. Why didn't you just push the door open?
"Because both of my hands were full." Followed by several minutes of me trying to explain how it would be quite easy to get stuck in the door when your hands are full and the door is big and heavy.
He walks away, shaking his head, not comprehending, acting like I was a total incompetent dunce.
In all fairness to him, this is not new. From day one, he has challenged virtually everything that comes out of my mouth. *I'm* the dope who has put up with it.
Y'all: around 4:30 pm CST I'd appreciate some kind thoughts sent my way... that's when the surgery is going to happen. Thanks.
