u/letsgoiowa

I think I've posted about this one in passing before but BOY she just ragebaited us real good. I was talking about the incoming storms over this weekend and the big one last night and she said "what storm?" I said well the ones that are going to hit every day until Tuesday of course.

"Well they are all just rain showers and nothing bad ever happens." No, NOAA has it on their radar that tennis sized hail is likely and 70 mph gusts are likely. Last night we had 50 mph gusts and sideways rain.

"It's just an exaggeration and they always lie."

Ok they say there's a chance that this will happen so you have the opportunity to prepare. If it doesn't happen, great! But if it does, they did warn you! How do you think probability works?

"Well it either happens or it doesn't and it never does so they ALWAYS lie"

Dude we had T W O TORNADOES miss our house by about 100 yards just a few years ago and this is what you really think is appropriate to say? And our roof got destroyed a few years ago too by the storms? And a TREE got thrown on the neighbors house????

"Well I'll be outside and nothing bad will happen just like it always does"

why the fuck. what the fuck. Has anyone else had to deal with this insanity?

This is really odd and I've had a hard time trying to find anything on this. I know it's normal to have disrupted sleep after a brain injury, but what seems abnormal is that I wake up between 3:30 and 4:30 every night for a week or so absolutely ravenous. I'll have to eat another meal practically, like a fourth meal in a day, and then I MUST also have Tylenol or I cannot go back to sleep. If I do, I can fall asleep hard for another 6-7 hours.

What's weird is that this cycle will go for about a week, then pause for a week or two and I can sleep through the night again.

BUT I'M NOT GAINING WEIGHT I do not understand at all.

If I'm being really optimistic I would say "oh this is evidence my brain is working super hard at healing and I need more calories and more anti-inflammatory help to accomplish it. My evidence for this is the following

• I seem to make some progress in healing after these cycles, faster than normal

• Not gaining weight: the energy is going somewhere

• Much increased sleep requirements, even napping during day too for 10-12 hours vs 7

But nobody seems to have any clue about this so idk. Anyone else have anything like this?

This is insane right? Like actually deranged? Yes the title is true, sadly.

My little boy and I were watching birds and squirrels on our front yard together just enjoying the nature. Sadly, a squirrel decided it was a great time to cross right when an SUV came by. The squirrel was hit and I won't get into gory details, but it was awful. Things like this happen, so I go to have a little talk with my son about what we saw and process it together.

My wife and MIL then go to deal with the remains while I'm occupied taking care of my poor guy. Thankfully he wasn't really traumatized and he didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by that besides being vaguely sad the squirrel was dead (I don't think he could see it all that well, praise be).

So their decision was just...wat. They scraped it off the ground and dragged out an old box we had used for yard waste. Threw the thing in the box and my MIL insisted to my wife that it HAD to go in the box and then in the garage because it would stink up the trash can.

Several things about this:

• The trash can is stinky. It's a trash can. That's what it's for. Why are you concerned about making the stinkbox stinky?

• The garage??????? THE GARAGE WON'T GET STINKY?

• WHY NOT JUST DIRECTLY THROW INTO TRASH? WHY AN OPEN CASKET BURIAL?

So I only found out about all of this a FUCKING WEEK later while I'm going into the garage to clean up. "Wow, smells like something died in here" I say. I start to think...what happened to the squirrel? I ask my wife about it and she says oh yeah her mom told her to put it in there. So I go through the junk and wade through the mess until I find the rotting mutilated corpse of the poor little creature and yeet him in the trash can. My wife was gagging and went inside due to the smell. A husband's duty, after all--glad my TBI made it so I can't smell much lol.

I asked her what the heck that was all about and she said her mom got really weird and controlling about it and she didn't want to fight about it so she figured she'd just deal with it later. She forgot of course so that's how we ended up there.

Airing out the garage still for the next few days. Hopefully the smell eventually leaves. This is one of the things that isn't exactly directly horribly harmful so we can laugh about it, but genuinely wtf.

We survived. Finally, at long last, for so many months we have waited for this moment and it is finished. It was hard and there was a lot of grief and fear to process but we made it through. 90% of it was just waiting. Waiting for them to get ready, waiting for the anesthesia to kick in, then the very quick surgery, then waiting for hours and hours for anesthesia to wear off enough for her to safely pee and get out.

But then there was a big problem that I never expected: they FORGOT to give her pain meds. Gigantic oversight wtf. This woman who pushed out a baby through a broken tailbone with no pain meds was crying and saying this pain was as bad as that. They were like "oops we forgot the oxycodone and toridol" which is like YEAH you didn't think about that???? At least those helped immensely but wow I'm upset she had to go through that. She's so tough. But now it gets to dealing with the mother in law.

So we were dependent on her for transportation mostly but she was dumb and stopped every 30 mins on a long drive last night for no reason other than to get a new pop at every stop, so she slept through the alarm so we had to get an Uber. We worked through that ok and figured she would just sleep some more and come by later.

Well she couldn't sleep because she had lots of caffeine (she swears it doesn't affect her) so she came to the hospital and decided to stretch out in the waiting room and sleep there. Not a great choice. But then she decided to take her shoes off and put her smelly feet on the table. Big ew. I didn't know wtf to do. I did inform her that I would be the only one back there at first because that was what Queen for the Day requested, so that was respected thank God.

But then after discharge when she was driving us home, we specifically requested she take the interstate to avoid any bumps or potholes after the first bump made my wife cry out in pain. Guess who veered off three exits early to go through all the bumpiest roads possible despite our protests? I am appalled. It was so horrible watching her grit her teeth through the bonks and bops.

It didn't end when we started to settle in at home. She was yapping on the phone at full volume while my wife was trying to sleep because she was EXHAUSTED. You would think ANYONE would have that common courtesy but she simply does not. Not for my kid, not for my wife, not for anyone. Man.

Maybe I'm just extra grumpy because this was the worst nightmare for my TBI with the HVAC noise being insanely loud, like put in Loops AND good noise canceling headphones to make the horrible noise stop thing. The beeping of medical stuff. The random nut-curling noises from people in pain. All the medical PTSD triggers layered in sucked. I'm in a lot of pain all over because those chairs cause awful butt and back pain, my God. Nowhere near as bad as what she went through in surgery but geez I'm exhausted and I'm gonna sleep 12 hours. IT IS FINISHED.

Oh and bonus wtf thing. Had an extremely weird encounter before that with a guy with face tattoos who started asking DO THE DRAPES MATCH THE CURTAINS to me so we rushed to the elevator. When we got in, he jumped in too and started hitting all the buttons. She smacked his hand away with authority and said "no thank you" and pushed him out of the elevator. I'm so proud because I was just baffled and frozen not knowing how to handle such a totally out of pocket experience. She said she dealt with people like that at the hospital all the time.

Fixed editing the day after. I use speech to text so I don't have to use my eyes as much

I told my wife "maybe this makes me Harry Potter. Or perhaps it's closer to Hermioknee?"

Alright I have very little brain rn so this will be short and I won't have all the details, sorry.

Got into a big fight with her over wanting an induction stove. Our old oven exploded (yeah literally went kaboom) and it was time for a new one. I said I'd love an induction stove this time around because it would be much safer especially with my little boy around. She lost her shit and said "WELL YOU ONLY SAY THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE SCARED" I said EXCUSE ME what do you mean by that?

"You're just scared there will be more fires! Fires are part of life and are normal and expected!" (context my wife had 3 major stove disasters. 1 was at an airbnb where she left the gas on, 1 was when she left it on at the old house, and most recently she put the blender on the stove and turned on the wrong burner).

I said that's called LEARNING from life experiences. It's SAFER. There is no problem with it being SAFER. It's FINE

Then she says "oh yeah I bet she just can't use it then! So you're getting it because you don't want her to use it!"

wat? She thinks induction stoves are touchscreen only and would NOT hear me saying otherwise.

I don't really remember how it ended up but I was pretty pissed. Fast forward a week and we have our new induction stove. Seems great, just installed and needing to test. Installer man says "we just need to verify the stove works so do you have any compatible dishes or anything yet?" We did not unfortunately, they were coming the next day. My MIL pipes up and says "glass should work!" No MIL, we have told you many times how induction works. It's essentially a frickin' magnet and glass is not magnetic. Holy crap.

I had a really hard day. I was in a loooooooooong meeting with 3 conversations happening at once. I had an intense dr. appointment today with 4 people in the room (students). I was grilling brats today as a favor to my wife because she's sick but I needed to only focus on that. There were 5 flavors of brats I had to label and manage separately so they didn't get mixed up. I was focusing so hard on that and the neighbors have a roofing company STILL WORKING AT 9 PM running a really loud motor and hammering away (wtf???) but it was extra loud while I was outside grilling.

I even had my noise canceling headphones AND loops in! I was trying my very best. Yet my wife kept letting my kid run outside and poke at me and demand attention because he wasn't getting it from her or her family. I would love to help with that once I'm done but I really can't.

Then she was on her phone at the table while I was struggling with his behavior. He was getting whiny and demanding I hold his burger for him while he eats it (he's 3.5 lol) and then he started ramping up and throwing a fit. He ran over and threw his basketball hoop so I picked him up and put him in timeout. I said "ok I really need a break someone please handle him for a bit." She snapped at me and said "oh I guess it's now EVERYONE ELSES JOB" and I said LOOK AT ME. Do I look like I'm regulated?? Do I look like I can discipline effectively? Do I have the energy?

I'm mad as hell but also it scared everyone there

Everything hurts so badly and I kept communicating I needed the noise to stop but nobody listened, nobody helped