This trip was very difficult. It was obvious that it would be.
It was not much more than a month or two ago that I was bedridden for a couple weeks more or less, because my wife went out of town to see her brother and while she was gone I worked my ass off trying to get all this shit done, and in the process of coarse I made a huge mess. I was going to clean it all up at the end being efficient but 2 days or so before she got back I woke up and could barely move. This was wonderful. My wife just got back and screamed at me about the mess, which was very very messy, and she barely helped me at all I felt completely helpless. I called my sister at one point crying just asking her to call abril and ask her to bring me back beef jerky because for whatever reason I could not contact wifey but I guess I could call my sister. Well she instead tells my wife to get home asap, and she sends the ambulance , and she is a nurse practitioner telling me I need to get evaluated and yeah sure I’ll get evaluated but all they do is drive you to the hospital or check your vitals, none of which did me any good. I could have used a damn glass of water but I didnt ask, I was very happy to see them and nice until they said all they would do is take my vitals or drive me to the hospital and im like what good is any of this going to do me? We live like a block from the damn hospital, I could have gone to the hospital any time abril was home which I was going to and ended up doing and all they did is look at me like im asking for opiates and gave me some steroids which did nothing . I even said from the beginning that I did not want any narcotics but people say “well maybe that’s why they didn’t give them to you” I didnt even want any damn narcotics I wanted to e evalualuated like my sister was saying I needed, I need an MRI but he just says “we dont do that, go to your doctor” which I had an appointment for the first time in years like two days ago but im in mexico and missed the appointment.
I didnt set the dates we left, and I didn’t set my drs appt. yeah it is my responsibility but my wife says oh hey I did this for you and she’s so much better at appointments usually so I generally just let her handle it. I don’t blame her for me missing the appt although we could. have scheduled another weekend but when I was unable to barely move I didn’t even feel like she believed me or if she did she was just over it and sick of dealing with it. Explains why she just let me wander around Mexico city completely unaware of what I was doing, wandering into random places, loosing all my stuff. Maybe she tried but couldn’t keep up with me like she said she couldn’t keep up with her little brother. Bet she would have liked to have a leash right!
Maybe that would have been a good idea right I dunno
the point is I realize it is hard on other people and that is why I am so glad I am here but I don’t want to keep being a burden and fucking up their trip, I came up with an itinerary for the next day to do what my wife had been saying she wanted to do with me so bad and a restaurant I wanted to go to and ruins I had said I wanted to go to since the beginning. Then my wife got Xanax and ritalin RX
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