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He's Home!
10/8/10 09:59 pmPatrick came home today! His leg is still pretty swollen and red, but it's obvious it doesn't hurt him very much anymore. Just enough that he isn't up and about on it a lot. He's on strict bed rest and is to keep the leg elevated until he sees the doctor on Monday, then we'll know where to go from there. He's on Keflex 4x a day, and Bactrim 2x a day. We're going to have to dog him about taking it, because he's notoriously bad about taking his medicines like he's supposed to.
Normally we wouldn't intrude, but this could come roaring back with a vengeance if he doesn't take his meds like he's supposed to, and it could turn into an amputation situation very quickly.
So I'm glad he's back home, his cats are glad he's back home, and I even think Mike is glad, because he's been nannying a bit too.
However, I'm extremely pissed off at the gay ex, who not only hasn't responded to emails I've sent about him, he didn't even respond to a voice mail I left. I sent this email today:
To: The Gay Ex
Subject: Just in case you care
Patrick came home today. He's doing pretty well, but he's on strict bed rest and keeping the leg elevated. He has to see his doctor Monday to see how he's doing and where to go from here. The leg is still pretty swollen, but it's not as painful and he can walk pretty normally.
You know, I can understand not seeing some emails, but ignoring a message on your cell phone? That's cold. I don't care how busy you might be, what play you might be involved in, what Hallowe'en extravaganza might be the focus of your life, it seems to me you could have spared a line or two or a get well card for your own flesh and blood, even if you haven't been that much in his life. Patrick's been very scared this week, and I think a friendly note from you might have helped.
Whatever. He's home now, not quite out of the woods, but we're getting there.
Lorri
This is part of the reason he's my ex. Besides being gay and having no regard for finances, he is also the most self-absorbed, self-important, arrogant, egotistical weed I've ever met. He's not too far from a sociopath -- in fact, I don't think it would be gilding the lily to go there. He wonders why he can't maintain an intimate relationship, and it's because of this: he can't see beyond his own self-important little world and feel empathy for anyone else. Everything has to revolve around him and what is important to him at the moment. Right now I imagine it's some Hallowe'en thing the Pensacola Little Theatre is doing, so that's his focus. Nothing else.
His mother had back surgery in the summer, and he had the utter nerve to be upset because she needed him to do for her. I told him it was better to have a mother to do for than the alternative. He didn't like that at all.
But this with Patrick just tears it. He has the sheer effrontery to brag about being a father, and takes on all the luster and attention that being a gay man who not only married a woman but made a baby apparently bestows, but when that same child is ill and would like to hear an encouraging word, he's not available. It's no different than after Patrick was born, and was in the hospital for so long -- I depended on him to take me to the hospital because I wasn't released to drive yet, and he couldn't see the point of going every day, much less going during Mork & Mindy!!!
Self-absorbed brat. No cookies and candy for YOU this year!! And I hope you keep going from fucktoy to fucktoy, never finding that soulmate, because you are constitutionally incapable of looking beyond your own reflection in the mirror to see anyone who might be standing beside you. Eventually you'll be so old and wrinkled no smooth young twink will even want to talk to you, much less fuck, and you'll die alone.
Hope that reflection in the mirror keeps you company then. Asshole.
Normally we wouldn't intrude, but this could come roaring back with a vengeance if he doesn't take his meds like he's supposed to, and it could turn into an amputation situation very quickly.
So I'm glad he's back home, his cats are glad he's back home, and I even think Mike is glad, because he's been nannying a bit too.
However, I'm extremely pissed off at the gay ex, who not only hasn't responded to emails I've sent about him, he didn't even respond to a voice mail I left. I sent this email today:
To: The Gay Ex
Subject: Just in case you care
Patrick came home today. He's doing pretty well, but he's on strict bed rest and keeping the leg elevated. He has to see his doctor Monday to see how he's doing and where to go from here. The leg is still pretty swollen, but it's not as painful and he can walk pretty normally.
You know, I can understand not seeing some emails, but ignoring a message on your cell phone? That's cold. I don't care how busy you might be, what play you might be involved in, what Hallowe'en extravaganza might be the focus of your life, it seems to me you could have spared a line or two or a get well card for your own flesh and blood, even if you haven't been that much in his life. Patrick's been very scared this week, and I think a friendly note from you might have helped.
Whatever. He's home now, not quite out of the woods, but we're getting there.
Lorri
This is part of the reason he's my ex. Besides being gay and having no regard for finances, he is also the most self-absorbed, self-important, arrogant, egotistical weed I've ever met. He's not too far from a sociopath -- in fact, I don't think it would be gilding the lily to go there. He wonders why he can't maintain an intimate relationship, and it's because of this: he can't see beyond his own self-important little world and feel empathy for anyone else. Everything has to revolve around him and what is important to him at the moment. Right now I imagine it's some Hallowe'en thing the Pensacola Little Theatre is doing, so that's his focus. Nothing else.
His mother had back surgery in the summer, and he had the utter nerve to be upset because she needed him to do for her. I told him it was better to have a mother to do for than the alternative. He didn't like that at all.
But this with Patrick just tears it. He has the sheer effrontery to brag about being a father, and takes on all the luster and attention that being a gay man who not only married a woman but made a baby apparently bestows, but when that same child is ill and would like to hear an encouraging word, he's not available. It's no different than after Patrick was born, and was in the hospital for so long -- I depended on him to take me to the hospital because I wasn't released to drive yet, and he couldn't see the point of going every day, much less going during Mork & Mindy!!!
Self-absorbed brat. No cookies and candy for YOU this year!! And I hope you keep going from fucktoy to fucktoy, never finding that soulmate, because you are constitutionally incapable of looking beyond your own reflection in the mirror to see anyone who might be standing beside you. Eventually you'll be so old and wrinkled no smooth young twink will even want to talk to you, much less fuck, and you'll die alone.
Hope that reflection in the mirror keeps you company then. Asshole.
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