This morning, The Daddler made me cry. He was champing at the bits to leave for his pacemaker check. He loves going to the doctor in any way, shape or form. He starts getting ready two hours before time to leave. Asks me the appointment time at least a dozen times. As if he didn't know. A couple times, I haven't even told him about it until five minutes before time to walk out the door. Of course, there's a price to pay for that. Which is that he acts like he's being abducted.
It was in the low 20s this morning. We got in the minivan and after two minutes on the road, he started bitching about being cold. He cranked up the fan, which was blowing arctic air, and kept bitching and flipping dials and rubbing his frostbitten fingers together. That lasted 10 minutes, until it was like a freakin' sauna.
On top of all that, his hearing suddenly failed today. Mother used to say that it was selective. Whatever it is, by the time I said something the third time, I was screaming and he was making a horrible face at me. And when he bellowed up the stairs to ask me if I'd fallen asleep in the space of 20 minutes before time to leave, I thought the house was on fire.
Damn, it wears me out just thinking about it. Thankfully, no more appointments for another month. Maybe by then, I will have recovered...
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