Last night was MISERABLE... I ate two (small) pieces of pizza then got pretty sick. Very sick. It's not morning sickness. (That's what dad said it is... such a silly sense of humor. He knows my relationship capabilities.)
It's due to the pain meds from the surgery. If I'm in a lot of pain I take a pain med... The pain med makes me ill. It's a catch 22. "Catch 22" never really made sense to me, especially now since I have it written down. It's defined as "a logical paradox arising from a situation in which an individual needs something that can only be acquired with an action that will lead him to that very situation he is already in; therefore, the acquisition of this thing becomes logically impossible". Evidently there's also a movie about it. Made in 1970, starring Alan Arkin, Martin Balsam, and Richard Benjamin and it's about a man that is trying desperately to be certified insane during World War II, so he can stop flying missions.
I'll probably never use that phrase again.
Anyway, I really try not to take pain medicine. I was told not to be a hero (and just take the dang pain killers) but I'm not trying to be a hero (or to sell my leftovers (people have asked.)... criminals), I just really really despise taking pills. They change me. I don't like to be changed.
So I'm sitting in the living room (my common location due to my malfunctioning tootsies) and my dad came in to sit with me for a bit. After a short conversation of
Me: "dad, my feet hurt"
Dad: "stop being a baby"
I decided to go elsewhere to get sympathy. ENTER, Blog. :)
So he decided mid-sentence to call the cable company (since our cable subscription is almost up and they want to double what we're being charged). So he called the cable company and was connected to a woman named Veronica or Patty or something of the sort. She was 55 years-old. Dad spent 18 minutes on the phone with her...
Evidently she was having a rocky relationship and didn't know why peoples personalities are so different when together and...stuff. She went on and on about all of this with the occasional "mmm..." and "aah....." from dad. Finally he asked "Becca, do we still need the home phone??" Good work, Dad.
Side note: Woah. Carl's dog is not smelling the most pleasant today... Time to go outside.
So dad's segway (about the home phone) didn't work. She was talking about her relationships for another 4 minutes. Finally they hung up.
Dad walked by casually (with a smile) so I asked "Dad... Did you just become a relationship therapist??"
He replied "Yea, but I also got free HBO for a YEAR!!"
Priorities.
So needless to say dad is great with coaching people in relationship situations as long as there's HBO involved. It's the important things that count.
HAPPY TUESDAY!
Rebecca
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