As I’ve mentioned before, my husband has an auto immune condition that wrecks havoc on his body. Due to his immense physical pain, he experiences memory issues. The way we have had it explained is that his body is working so hard to get through the day, that it doesn’t necessary “record” minor day-to-day incidents. Sometimes he just drops off mid-sentence, like his thought hiccupped and the moment is lost. He also is occasionally messes up his time and place references, especially when he just wakes up. Like he’s still trying to sleep to get some physical strength, so this brain doesn’t register it’s supposed to be awake. As you can imagine, this makes for some funny exchanging and frustrating conversations. I lovingly refer to them at “Ten second Ted” moments.
Here’s a small piece of my joy….
Me – So Trystan has batting practice at the cages from 12:30 – 1:30, then baseball practice at the field from 2:00 – 3:30.
I leave to drop off, get back home.
Him – Where were you?
Me -Taking Trystan to baseball practice.
Him – He has baseball practice?
Me – So do you still have for lunch on Friday?
Him – How can we have lunch? You’re working on Friday.
Me – No, I have Friday off this week.
Him – You didn’t tell me that.
Me – Yes, we talked about it. I’ve been talking about what I’ll do that day.
Him – No we didn’t.
Him – So those guys are going to…
Me – (Starring at him for a while) Are going to have to what?
Him – What are you talking about?
Me – You were just saying ‘those guys are going to’ and then you dropped off
Him – Hmm, I don’t know.
Husband sleeping. I went in at 6:00, 6:15, 6:30, and 6:40 to wake him up. Each time he told me he needed more sleep.
6:45 – Me – Do you want to get up yet?
Him – What time is it?
Me – 6:45
Him – Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?
Me – I did….repeatedly.
Him – No you didn’t
The door blew open and broke a flower pot.
Him – Great! And I got you that for Mother’s Day.
Me – Yeah, I know.
Him – Wait, that was last year. Have we had Mother’s Day yet this year?
Him (Ranting about something from work) – I don’t need to be talked to like that. I’m 37.
Me – Ummm, you’re 38.
Him – I’m 38?!?!
Me – Yes
Him – What did I get for my birthday?