i think my bitter half is suffering from early on-set Alzheimer's.
yesterday for lunch we ordered some Popeye's chicken meals. i didn't finish mine so i gave bitter half the chicken i didn't eat. last night, as b.h. was about to drive home, i asked him if he was going to stop and get some dinner. here's the conversation:
b.h.: no. i think i'm just going to eat my leftover chicken. didn't you have any left?
me: i gave it to you. did you think your chicken was reproducing or what?
b.h.: oh...well do you want me to stop and get you something?
me: will you get me a combo burrito from Taco Villa?
b.h.: okay.
then about ten minutes pass when i get another phone call from b.h.
b.h.: they're out of corned beef. do you want turkey?
me: what?
b.h.: is turkey okay?
me: what are you talking about?
b.h.: (sounding frustrated) is a turkey Reuben okay? they don't have any corned beef.
me: where the hell are you?
b.h.: at Arby's getting us some dinner.
me: what the fuck? i thought you were eating leftover chicken, and i was getting a combo burrito from Taco Villa!
b.h.: oh...uh, i'll see you in a sec.
and people wonder why i wear a perpetual scowl on my face.
b.h.: no. i think i'm just going to eat my leftover chicken. didn't you have any left?
me: i gave it to you. did you think your chicken was reproducing or what?
b.h.: oh...well do you want me to stop and get you something?
me: will you get me a combo burrito from Taco Villa?
b.h.: okay.
then about ten minutes pass when i get another phone call from b.h.
b.h.: they're out of corned beef. do you want turkey?
me: what?
b.h.: is turkey okay?
me: what are you talking about?
b.h.: (sounding frustrated) is a turkey Reuben okay? they don't have any corned beef.
me: where the hell are you?
b.h.: at Arby's getting us some dinner.
me: what the fuck? i thought you were eating leftover chicken, and i was getting a combo burrito from Taco Villa!
b.h.: oh...uh, i'll see you in a sec.
and people wonder why i wear a perpetual scowl on my face.
posted by christine on Tuesday, July 25, 2006
8 Comments:
lmao - I'm fairly certain me and my husband have had a conversation eerily similar to this more than a couple of times. it's like he's in his own little world sometimes...lol of course, when he's talking about poker, I pretty much completely tune HIM out, so it's all fair, I guess. :)
LOL - I go through this every single day when I'm taking care of my step-father. Of course he really is suffering from memory problems...but it doesn't make it any less frustrating.
My favorite (and by favorite I mean the thing that pisses me off the most) is when he locks me out of the house when I take the dog out. Then when I ask him why he did it he'll have completely forgot that he did and insist that he didn't.
In other words... I feel your pain.
I do that all the time. Be nice!! :-P
/Matt
You crack me up. I particularly like the cast of characters in the left column.
you talking to bitter half is like me talking to my dad.
so far though, my problem in life is the opposite... I remember too much.
Sometimes I think I should have been born a woman... I'd make a good lesbian.
Very funny...
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webmiztris- i, too, tune out the poker talk. and the disc golf talk and the work talk and the video game talk...i figure we're even so i don't even make a big deal about it anymore.
bunny- getting older sucks. hopefully we'll all have someone like you to help us when the time comes.
matt- me be nice? i see you are not one of my regular readers.
rebeleyeball- thanx! i like your name. i didn't know eyeballs could be rebellious.
michael- i remember too much, also. because of this trait, i think bitter half has just given up on remembering anything for himself. i'm an enabler.
I'm not, you're right. Be nice anyway! ;-D
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