He’s not gonna make it off my bad list very easily this time.

Richard…drove himself into work today. Should he be driving? No. Especially not on a rainy Monday morning where the chances of having to drive defensively are pretty high. His range of motion isn’t anywhere near normal yet. Has he demonstrated his ability to make it through an entire day without needing to lay down? No. He still needs his pain meds and even with them he’s sore enough for everyone in the house to know he’s not feeling good. He just said last night that he can’t even sit in his recliner.

So what the fuck? What is SO important that he needed to go to work? He doesn’t even LIKE his job, he’s got a legal reason not to go…so why be such an asshole about this?

I’ll tell you what’s so important. He can’t stand to be told that he CAN’T do something. The more he’s told he can’t the more likely it is that he will, whether common sense tells everyone else that he shouldn’t.

So fine. Have your way. I didn’t argue with you this morning but I DID call your mother.

And don’t come to me later telling me that your doctor said you could drive to work today. I won’t believe a word of it. I didn’t hear him say it so as far as I’m concerned he didn’t. You have a tendancy to hear what you want to hear, not what’s actually said. Your version of anything relating to your health is always gonna be fabricated.

I hope you have a good day. Your evening isn’t going to be pleasant.