I am so sorry for not updating this blog more often. I really am. I have no excuse other than I've been forgetting details of our conversations too quickly. I usually write little notes with key details so I can remember them later, but I haven't been doing that very much. (sometimes, like today, I will text to my email the entire conversation as it happens, so I can go back to it and write it up).
Anyway, where to start? So many conversations are just *poof* gone now. And there are a few updates in The Official Conversations with the Disabled Guy Facebook Group. I'm sure I could have put a few of those into a blog post, but I've been so lazy about things lately (even my fibro blog went a month or so without updates). It was partly due to the fibro. In the last six months, I've gone through two medication changes (because they weren't working for me). That sorta Swiss-cheeses the brain for short-term memory. I'll link to the short updates, so you don't have to scroll through everything on that page.
October 28th- Setting things on Fire
November 3rd- Teslacon and Thee Bluebeard
November 15th- "Welp, it's snowing."
November 28th- "Falmunctioning Angel"
December 6th- Thee Bluebeard and Santa
But... here I am! And today, I texted a conversation to myself.
Firstly, I was invited to an event in January. There's a fee. And it happens ON the Disabled Guy's birthday. I was fully expecting him to say something about it, like he didn't want me to go or the fee (which is $30) was the killer. But this is the conversation that took place...
Me: "I was invited to a thing on Janu-"
Me: "-ary 11th."
DG: "I said okay."
Me: "But that's your birthday."
DG: "So? Just a day. Go to your thing. Go."
Me: "You're totally cool with spending the whole day by yourself?"
DG: "Have fun."
Me: "Alright... gonna be $30."
DG: "I *SAID* 'okay'!"
I suspect that there is either something NASCAR related happening on TV (because his birthday is about a month before the Daytona 500) or he's got some train building thing already planned and doesn't care if I'm around. (also, he hates it when anyone makes a big deal about his birthday. I bake him a cake, that's about all he can handle. If I get him a present, I don't even wrap it).
Today, we were at the store and in the checkout line, I noticed there was a bit of cobweb from our basement ceiling on his baseball cap. So, I pulled it off and said: "You had cobweb on your hat."
He exclaimed: "Hey! I was savin' that!"
Me: "For what?"
DG: "For one of those days. You know, when I'm out there and I have it on my hat and I can just [swooshing sound with hand gesture] throw it out there and crawl across it."
Me: "And then what?"
DG: "And then I get away. Didn't you read the script?"
Me: "I didn't know they were making this into a movie."
DG: "Psh, don't you know? They make everything into a movie."
Me: "Even disabled guys and cobwebs?"
DG: "Yeah. Because that's a good story there."