Me: Hello, this is Carol speaking...
DH: Hi. It's me.
Me: What've you been up to?
Me: So you've just been sitting there?
Me: You don't sound like you're doing very good.
DH: I'm not. Did you get something to eat? I could bring you something...
Me: It's 90 miles away. It would be silly for you to drive 90 miles to bring me something to eat, when I've got some ramen right here...
DH: Well, I just want to see you, that's all....
Me: Have you tried to figure out what's going on?
DH: It feels like something serious, like really bad....like I'm going to have a breakdown.
Me: What do you think is causing this? (I'm thinking the stress of my mom's illness and him forcing himself to go and visit her, even when it upsets him....)
DH: I think it's because I didn't take my pills yesterday morning.
Me: (silence) Oh. I see.
DH: So what should I bring you?
Me: Well, you know what I think you should do?
DH: YES. I KNOW WHAT YOU THINK I SHOULD DO. YOU THINK I SHOULD TAKE MY NIGHTTIME PILLS AND GO TO BED.
Me: Well, that's about right.
DH: But then I won't get any cleaning done or anything...
Me: What are the odds of you getting any cleaning done anyhow?
DH: Well, I've GOTTA do SOMETHING!
Me: So why don't you take your nighttime pills, and do "SOMETHING" until they kick in and you need to go to sleep?
DH: Oh, I guess so....I'll call you in a little while. I love you.
Me: I love you too. Bye
Wednesday, February 4, 2009