the passionate ailurophile

I am so pissed right now that I can barely see straight enough to type this.

After the snow stopped yesterday, Mike went out and shoveled.  Then the snow started up again…this was NOT originally predicted.  When all was said and done, we had another 5-6 inches dumped upon us.  Anyway, Mike was pissed because he had just done all of that shoveling for nothing.

Of course, who got barraged with verbal abuse over all of this?  If you guesses yours truly, you win a cookie.

It was so stupid, too.  Mike was bitching about being hungry, but the beef noodle casserole was still in the oven and had about 15 minutes left to go.  So I put out a plate of salad and told him to come and eat.

Well, you’d have thought that I’d given him a plate of Little Debbie peanut butter crackers, the way he started to carry on.  I was starting to wish I had bought some, before they got recalled, and crumbled them up and spiked the casserole with them.  I would have just found some excuse not to eat it myself.

When the casserole was ready, he decided to be an ass and said he wasn’t eating at all.  I was tempted to say, “fine, starve, then”, but if he doesn’t eat at all, he gets a lot worse about the flipping out and verbal abuse.  I told him that if he didn’t eat, AND if he started going off on me again, I woud have no choice but to call the cops and have his ass arrested.  I really would have done it, too.  I can’t take this shit any longer.

He ate, but he had to eat by himself.  Who wants to sit and eat with someone who is being a complete and utter ass?  I wasn’t much in the mood for food, anyway.  I went and sat in front of the computer, but I couldn’t read or type anything, I was just crying so much.

This morning, I was scared that he’d call out from work, claiming he couldn’t get the car out.  Then I’d have to put up with his nasty ass all day.  But no, he put on his stinky shoveling clothes from yesterday, and shoveled out the car again.  I don’t know if he also did the back pathway that the Sears delivery guys will need to use to bring the new dryer in.  He was out there long enough to do it.  Then he came back in, took a shower, and went to work.  He was supposed to have an appointment with the diabetes doctor at 8:30 this morning, but I assume he called and canceled that.  I was drifting between sleeping and pretending to be asleep…I figured that if he thought I was awake, he’d hurl more abuse at me.

It was well past noon when I heard him leave; I waited a bit to make sure the coast was clear, and only then did I get out of bed.  I hope he works VERY late tonight to make up the lost time from this morning!

Now, before anyone reading this decides to be an asshole and leaves a coment asking why I don’t shovel…the answer is that I CAN’T.  Not unless I want my lower back to end up in serious pain from now until the middle of baseball season.  When the pain gets that bad, I literally can’t function, it’s a struggle just to get up, go to the bathroom, wipe my ass, and all.

If I went to a doctor, all they’d probably do is dope me up with pain pills.  No more prescription meds for me, I don’t trust them not to make me feel worse than I did before.  Better to just try to avoid doing anything that would cause the pain in the first place.

When shoveling out the car, the only place to put the snow is over the fence, in the yard.  No way could I lift a shovel full of snow high enough and then toss it over that fence.

I did start wearing a magnetic bracelet a few weeks back, and it has helped a lot.  But something seriously strenuous like shoveling snow would be pushing it.

The way I see it, if Mike doesn’t want to shovel the damned snow, he can pay someone else to do it.  The economy is so bad, that we’ve actually seen ADULTS going around offering to shovel snow for money.  I guess if you lost your regular job, you’ve gotta do something!  As long as the person does a good job, it would be a win-win situation; Mike would not have to shovel, and we’d also be helping someone perhaps put food on his table.

As for all of this verbal abuse crap, I can’t take it any longer.  I am hoping that once the new dryer gets here, it will stop.  I am praying to Ceiling Cat and the Flying Spaghetti Monster that nothing happens to delay this any further.  Mike is running out of clean suitable work clothes, and the landladies haven’t been around to ask permission to use their dryer.  I guess we could just use it, but what if they come back while we are using it?  Plus, they have some clothes in it right now, they’re dry, but I don’t want to just take them out, yanno?

And let’s just hope that nothing else breaks down around here, as once again, I will somehow be blamed for it.