Deep thought day…along with random funky and slightly manky thought processes; I think its stress ah duh…
Anyway, yesterday afternoon me and the partner finally had a deep conversation regarding the up and coming events. Now when I say deep, our, as a couple, version of ‘deep’, goes a little something like the following:
Me: ‘dear, I’m worried about the surgery’
Him: ‘don’t worry, it’ll be sweet’
Me: ‘please don’t fucken tell me not to worry and flick off my concern like it doesn’t matter…cos I’m trying, have been trying really really really really fucken hard not to worry, but I’m telling you, I’m worried…I’m worried not like boo hoo worry, I’m worried cos I love you yah cunt’
Him: ‘Oooohhh Kay’
Me: ‘so, I’m worried’
Him: ‘Don’t worry, it’ll be sweet’
But we ended up laughing and from there he described in great butchering detail (he used to work in the meat works), what the surgeon, or what he thought, the surgeon would be doing with his back. And although I felt like vomiting and passing out, I was impressed that somewhere in that fuzzy little male mind of his, he had processed the proceedings…just not like my fuzzy little female mind would have. I had to laugh.
Our convo carried on like that for a long while…taking the piss out of the whole thing…me telling him to make sure he’d washed his ass before he goes in, and not to eat anything to ‘gassy’ the night before lol. And to ask pertinent questions of the surgeons/nurses beforehand like: ‘no-ones been on the piss last night?’; ‘everyone ok with their home life? Need to make apology phone calls or anything?’, ‘everyone at peace with themselves and focussed on what your doing??’. We thought we might make up a little questionnaire and pin it to his butt, just to be on the safe side lol.
But, it was good to talk…I’m still worried…but I guess that’s normal and comes with caring about someone else, goddammit!
So I go off to have a shower and leave Herbs playing on YouTube, and come out to Enya playing!
Oh Hell No!
Mix up time 🙂