I know better. I really do.
I’ve been somewhat ambivalent about taking Mom and Dad down to NC this Saturday. I really doubt if Dad should be travelling this far this soon after open heart surgery, and I am freaky about taking him down in places where medical assistance is either not available or, if it is, it is, shall we say, primitive. My sister lives in the middle of nowhere, and you have to drive through 12 hours of mostly nowhere to get there. On the positive side Dad goes to his Dr. again tomorrow, and I will know for sure then if he will be OK to go, at least on a medical evaluation.
Another thing about this potential road trip that kind of freaks me is that I’m still having exactly the same issues I ended up in the ER for back in June. Still have the heart palpitations and chest pain and all that mess, but according to the Dr.s I’ve seen including my family Dr., it’s nothing that’s going to kill me. Yet. I am still a wee bit apprehensive about driving continuously for 12 hours- Dad is allowed to drive, and probably will at least part of the way down, (Mom won’t be driving at all because she can’t drive manual shift,) but I’m coming back by myself since they’re staying all week. My sister or my nephew will be bringing them back.
I can’t die yet, because I don’t want to vote Democrat. Ever.
Maybe I’m already on Obama’s death list and I just don’t know it yet. Maybe there’s a little note in my medical records that says, “let this one die, so we can have more money to buy more pecker pumps for geezers and pay for birth control for people who should be keeping their legs together to begin with.” I don’t think having heart palpitations constantly and up to the point of barely being able to catch one’s breath is “normal.” But what the hell do I know?
I do know that I don’t want to go back to the same hospital where they called me Mildred and asked about my (non-existent) diarrhea, put me in the same room with a howler monkey, and then told me that the reason why I have heart palpitations is because I don’t get enough sleep. Then I go for the sleep study, get told I have sleep apnea, but not to the point where I need to be on a machine…I’m frustrated on that point. I still don’t sleep for shit, haven’t for years. I have to sleep at about a 45° angle to keep from drowning on the snot that drains down the back of my throat. I don’t think I’ve had a really good night’s sleep since before I was pregnant with Steve-o- and he’s 21. It doesn’t help that I have Tipsy McNumbNuts, who smokes like a chimney, screams like a banchee after a 12 pack or so, and has a taste for bad country music in the middle of the night, conspiring against my nightly repose.
Drunks should come with warning labels.
Jerry was on a roll last night even for a Monday. I hope the boys at the shop are enjoying Tuesday Hangover Jerry today, ’cause it’s going to be a good one. I hope they’re at least as loud and obnoxious as he was last night.
His TV, cable box, DVD player and stereo have been carefully configured (by me, he can’t figure out electronic anything) to be very simple to operate. There is one button on the remote that turns the TV and cable box on and off. It’s very simple. Push the power button, TV and cable box turn on simultaneously. Push the power button again and the TV and cable box turn off. It’s not rocket science. It is, however awkward at best to plug all this stuff in so that it works correctly. I know what plugs in where, but I’m not particularly fond of the gymnastic feats I have to attempt to get the right things plugged into the right places.
It’s too hard for some people.
For some reason only known to God and maybe another drunk, finding the power button on the remote was too difficult for Jerry last night. He wanted the TV off. So he unplugged everything- even unscrewed the freaking coax off the back of the TV and unplugged the AV leads from the DVD player for some bizarre reason. Hey, kids, alcohol kills brain cells, just so you know!
Then to make it all the more entertaining, after prattling on all night last night on various rants and assorted nonsense, he’s sitting in the bed whining this morning that “the TV won’t turn on.” Well, no shit, Sherlock, you unplugged every single wire you could unplug from every single AV device you have…
“Well, I need to watch the news,” he pouts, (insert Eric Cartman voice here) “and if I can’t watch it in here I’ll just use your TV.”
Oh, no you won’t.
Suffice to say as Jerry is a smoker with essential tremor, the world is Jerry’s ashtray. To top that off, not only do I not want my bed to be full of stale beer farts and cigarette ashes, he doesn’t know how to operate my TV either, and I don’t need that screwed up too. If he wants his little hole to be a fetid filth den, fine by me, but I like clean, fresh-smelling, burn-hole free sheets and a TV that works.
So at 6:30 this morning I’m back in the filth hole smoking lounge that is his room, behind the dresser, untangling wiring, plugging everything back in and moving the various electronics back to their proper places. 20 minutes later he was watching the stinking news on his own TV. I could have wrung his neck. Maybe it wasn’t nice of me to keep on muttering “dumb ass,” but it’s not as if Jerry being a dumb ass is a secret or anything.
I call ’em as I see ’em. Then again, I’m fully aware he was raised by wolves.
I know he’s pissed at me for volunteering to take Mom and Dad to NC this weekend instead of frying my patoot off at the campground (I like going down there, but not when it’s supposed to be 95° and hotter all weekend.) He’s pissed because he will have to remain sober so he can go back home Saturday night to take care of the dogs. So all week long it will be passive-aggressive revenge (and as much drunk-n-stupid hijinks as he can stand to perpetrate) just so I know how much he will be “suffering” in his weekend sobriety.
5 thoughts on “Domestic Insanity and Drunk-n-Stupid Meet Passive-Aggressive Revenge”
Elysian, you are a saint with your husband! (have I told you that before…) It sounds like he would be lost without you!
I hope you enjoy your trip to see your sister. (and make it back, ok!!)
Have fun! I like trips to nowhere, although maybe not with Mom & Dad!
It won’t be too bad. They both usually fall asleep for a good part of the trip, so as long as I have the MP3 player and the Skullcandys, I’m good to go.
If I didn’t know that Skullcandys were headphones, i’d think you were talking about hard drugs. Maybe I do anyway.
Sometimes noise cancelling is a good thing- especially when you’re surrounded by co-workers who like to listen to country music all day and aren’t courteous enough to contain their noise pollution by wearing headphones themselves. That, and I don’t want to subject my parents to Billy Squier, Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull, or live Journey or Metallica when they’re trying to sleep.
Hard drugs, nah, not unless you consider Absolutely Zero Monsters and iced coffee to be hard core! 🙂