For the Guy with kids and a WW5

[hopeful4her]

Got off work early to meet roomie at neurologist appointment. She showed up late. She looks surprised. She thought I was going to forget. Or hoping I would forget. I am still being pretty quiet. She is trying to engage me a bit. I answer and chat a little. We waited for over an hour. She says I could leave it i want to. I say no. I'm staying. We were sitting on a love seat.

Love seat? Yeah right.

She goes to the bathroom, comes back and sits with her arm resting on my shoulder.

Damn her.

We get called and go to the room to wait some after they checked her vitals.

While we are sitting and waiting for the doc, her secret phone gives off a tone.

I suppose a tm. Not sure. We are sitting kind of across from each other. She pauses, picks up her purse, starts digging and finds the phone. She checks it and puts it back. Never looked up at me.

I am sitting there like, WTF, but I don't show it. I continue reading without missing a cue. Like a cucumber.

Then I turn into a pickle after about 5 minutes.

"Have you heard anything about the apartment?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Have you signed the lease yet?"
"No, but I am going to. Why are you interested? Thats twice you have brought up the apartment." She has a slight grin.

She always gets a grin when she is guilty of something or trying to get out of something. Or lying.

"What other time?"
"The other morning, you said something about the apartment and August 1st."
"You don't think I have a right to inquire about you moving? And why are you smiling?" Now I am starting to smile.
"What do you mean?"
"You always smile when you are guilty of something."
"Like the smile on your face? I am not doing anything wrong. I am just fine." She is trying to look as cool as possible.
I give her a look that says that I can't believe she just said that to me and smirk at her.

Five minute pause.

"What do you want to say, Roger?"

"What? Why are still bringing something up?"
"You look like you want to say something to me."

I do, of course, but we are in the room of the neurologist. What am I going to do. Really get into it.

"Nah."

Another 5 minute pause. We are still reading. I am VERY calm and collected. I actually see an interesting article I am reading.


Ok. Can't hold it. I'll ask.

"I thought you were trying to give up Tom."
"What?"
I repeat.
"What does he have to do with my moving out?"
I pause. How am I going to put this? I am thinking. Where is the damn doctor!
"He has nothing to do with my moving out."
"Whatever. He DOES have something to do with us."
"No he doesn't. You are so fixated on him."
"Yes, he does something to do with us."
"No. We were having problems before him."
"Nothing that we couldn't fix."
"No we couldn't."
"Nothing. Nothing we couldn't fix."

She is staring at me. I stare back.

Her phone beeps again. She checks it and puts it back.

It took all I had not to go grab that phone and stomp it.

She is looking at me again.
I am looking back at her.

Doctor shows up. We go through everything. He talks and talks. He asks a question. She looks to me to help answer. A lot of things she doesn't remember.

We give glances to each other. We are in tune with each other. We give looks like the doctor is talking about sh** that has nothing to do with us. The guy keeps going off on tangents. We almost laugh. We are smirking at each other. We know what the other one it thinking. Our look says, "This guy is goofy."

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH US?

At the end, the hospital that did all the testing still hasn't sent the test results from Laredo. Nothing. Not much for him to go by. He wants her to do an EEG on Monday, come back to office, and review. He starts to talk about how bad the hospital in Laredo is.

He tells her how lucky she is that I have been around. "Yes, you are very lucky, young lady, that he was there with you. Both times now." She looks at him. She looks at me. He looks at me. I shake my head so that they both see me.

If he only knew. EVERYONE tells her the same. Last year. The doctors, the nurses, the physical and occupational therapists. "You are so lucky to have a husband like you have. Here everyday. I wish my husband was like that. Youre really lucky. You should thank God."

Makes me want to puke. She probably tells herself the same thing. Puke.

He then talks about the little girl they found in Vermont. I am having a intellectual conversation with him that I know roomie is not able to follow. We talk death penalty.

He tells her to not do anything this weekend. Gets on her case about the smoking and her meds. Relax.

Don't attend any hangings, he tells her.

"Maybe my own" she jokes. He says, "Hmm?"

I say, "Doctor, there is only one hanging that she would love to attend."
Roomie is looking at me like she wants to hear the answer too.

"Mine, doc. Mine."

We set the appointment and leave together. She asks where I parked. We parked near each other. Quiet walk.
"Where did you park?" I ask.
"Somewhere around here."
"Look, your over there."
Slightly pausing. "Okaaay. Gotta go to work." She looks at me.
"Drive safe" I say.
It had rained.
She says,"I'll call you later."

What the? She'll call me later?

"Alright" and I walk off without saying anything else.