(Updated: 09-03-08)

Eye Surgery & More Crazy People

This is actually an addendum to my previous post being that it also encompassed the last few days. Well, I had to go have eye surgery AGAIN! The last glaucoma surgery had left my right eye lid hanging a little bit and since I didn't have any manly kick-ass story to go with it (Oh yeah, this? I got it from fighting a bear... on main street. The grizzly bastard chased me into my own back yard where I had to club him to death with the bloody stump of his right paw. I was fine until I went to wipe the sweat from my brow, forgetting I was still holding onto the bloody stump, and the claw dug deep into my eye causing it to hang ever-so-slightly as if I were high. Actually the mildy-high story was a good one on its on. People didn't expect too much from me or thought I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings because I looked high all the time. Its amusing to watch people when they don't think they are being watched, but anyways...) Without a good story to back me up I decided I had just better get it fixed.

My appointment was scheduled months ahead of time. I had asked my fiancé if she could take me to surgery, figuring that she would want to be there anyways. Her response... 'I can't take off. I don't have any more personal time at work' Ok, so I ask, what would happen if there was an emergency. 'Oh then I could take off, but I would lose a little pay' My surgery is not an emergency or important? (Also note: she likes me to take off for her doctor appointments and I always lose a little pay when I do)

Later, she found out that hey, she DID have some personal time left. So now you can come with me to my surgery? 'No, I have a job interview scheduled that day but I can take you to New Orleans' My surgery was scheduled for noon her interview for 1:30pm so I kinda dealt with that.

Even later, my surgery gets moved to 6am. So now you can come with me to surgery AND make your interview?!? 'Eh, no. I have to go get my hair done and get ready for my interview. You don't want me to go looking all rough like my fiancé was having surgery or something. I mean, my stuff is important too, you know. you have to respect that.' Ok...

Later still, Thursday night (Oh, yeah *I* took off Thursday to go to the doctor with *her*) we are on our way to New Orleans... Thirty minutes out she complains 'Oh I'm so tired. I don't know how I'm gonna make it any further.' We finally make it to my mom's house and she blocks the driveway. Back up baby, I say, and park next to my step dad and lets go on inside. 'Well I'm not staying! I told you I wasn't going to your surgery so now I have to go to my mothers... another thirty minute drive... so I can go get my hair cut and sleep late and all things about me. But you understand right?' Sure... I'm so happy I could break something...

Next day... me five hour surgery, yes kids FIVE FUCKING HOURS... painful too I might add, they kept waking me up to check my eyes and my left eye was immune to the anesthetic. Oh what fun! No call from my girlfriend. No excuse. 50 million cell phones in this world and just as many land lines yet apparently not one of them worked to call me or my mom to check on me. A friend from WORK called me to check on me, but not my supposed fiancé. Most of you guys didn't know so I didn't expect a call. She doesn't have that excuse either.

Finally, that night she calls ready to come back home to Mississippi because she is scared of the weather (see Hurricane Gustav) and asks am I ready to leave. Yes, I'm ready to come home. Even though about thirty minutes from home, 'Can you drive the rest of the way? I'm so tired!' No honey, I'm sorry. I just had surgery and can't see shit. The doctor said not to drive for 48 hours but yes, I know, I'm such an asshole for not driving us on home. Yep...

It gets even better!!!

Her parents live in Gretna so as expected they want to evacuate. As does her brother (and family make 4) and her sister (and family make another 4  - ten in total) We have already discussed that there is no room at Casa de Maddox for that many people especially after I just had surgery and don't need to be around a bunch of people and kids and germs. The closest hotel room she could find for them all was in Grenada. I pulled some strings and got some rooms in Brookhaven. In the six months my girlfriend has lived with me, she has never cleaned her room and rarely helped put dishes in or out of the dishwasher. She usually sleeps in a half-made bed filled with unfolded clothes and tons of stuff piled on the floor. When the bug man came the other day I had to physically push all kinds of stuff under her bed so the guy could get in and spray! Well, knowing that her mom was on the way she decided to finally clean this room AND EVEN put up a few dishes from the dishwasher. She uses to blame this messiness on her old roommate, but now I see she is just as much to blame (sorry Heather!) Anyways late Saturday night her family and their families make it to Brookhaven and get in the rooms. Her mom comes back to our house because she had some frozen food to store and they crash out. I fall asleep on the sofa since I must sleep sitting up to keep the blood from rushing to my head and swelling. Keep in mind, I just had surgery. I am having to keep ice packs on my eyes, some Neosporin knock off on my lids, and am pretty loopy on pain killers.

Next morning I awake... everyone is gone. My lovely fiancé who promised my mother to help care for me is nowhere to be found.  11am my mother calls me telling me my fiancé's parents have checked out of the hotel and asking why. I didn't know. No one told me. An hour or so later she shows up at home... extended family in tow. 'Well, they checked out of the hotel at 8am and they needed to use the bathroom so I brought them all here.' Sure, there were no other bathrooms between here and there or where they were going (on to the previously reserved rooms in Grenada)  Here I am, doped up, had to care for my eyes myself, lids swollen, haven't taken a bath because I can't for two days due to open wounds, playing a little xbox in my haze, as every member of her family and children parade in front of me to say hey. 'Hi yall!'

Well, finally they all do whatever it was they needed to do and are leaving. My fiancé then says 'Ok we're leaving.' We? 'Yeah, I'm going with them.' They can't find Grenada on their own? I need you here to help care for me. 'Well they need me too and you can take care of yourself, even though you can't drive or go anywhere, and the weather isn't that bad now but in two days it may be and I'm scared so I'm leaving. Why don't you come with?' Sure, nasty, dirty, and drugged up me who needs ice on his eyes every so often wants to load up and leave his perfectly fine house and go stay in a hotel over the next few days, but I should be happy that you invited me to go and should jump up ready because thats what you want to do. 'And what I want is important.' Yes it is dearie... but no... I'm not going anywhere and you shouldn't either. You are supposed to be my fiancé, I need you here, this is our home. 'But I have to go!' Why? 'Because it is what I want and that is what matters most in the world. You are not the center of the world... I am!' In your own mind you are...

End result... she left... followed them in her own car. Called me about 10 minutes later 'I'm stuck in traffic' what did you expect. Come home. 'I can't I have to go, don't you understand?' Not at fucking all...

I had to make do, on my own, for the next two days, of which I heard not a peep from my so-called girlfriend... If not for my mom and dad checking on me who knows what could've happened. If the weather had decided to turn bad I would have truly been stranded. Or if I had caught a fever or couldn't see to even make it to the phone, I could be dead now... but she had to do what she had to do... which apparently does not include caring for anyone other than herself, or perhaps her family, but not the family I was trying to make... not 'US'... You know I am also equally pissed that her mom did not have the courage or sense to say Look, here is the father of your child, he just had surgery, he needs you, this is your family, you need to stay with him. Obviously she is just as (fill in nice word here) as her daughter... Fuck 'em all. I can be there for my son but I am EXTREMELY tired of her bullshit and trying to turn everything around on me. She has no understanding of what it means to be in a relationship. She doesn't know what it means to care for and put someone else ahead of herself. Hopefully she will learn that when my son is born.

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