By which I mean he had an episode of such wildly horrendous and inappropriate behavior that I immediately knew he was having some sort of neurological episode. But I didn't know what to do because what was I SUPPOSED to do, drag him to the ER and be like "he's usually not a dickhead, please make him act right again?" So I just avoided him all day and then he apologized and admitted that he's been having intermittent stroke-like symptoms for about a month but DIDN'T WANT TO WORRY ME.
So now instead of just worried I'm worried AND furious, and I don't want to be furious at my neurologically compromised husband, because what if he strokes out and the last thing I said to him was "I would never divorce you for having health problems, but I would AND HAVE divorce/d a dude for being a lying, paternalistic asshole before?" even if it's the truth.
Not that lying about one's health and lying about the things the XY lied about are at all the same.
I guess the best way to describe my current frame of mind would be "furiously sad." I made Hotter call his neurologist's office, and they said to go to the ER for a head CT but I'm working tonight. We'll go tomorrow on my day off, and meanwhile I've briefed Big Child on the signs of a stroke.
God dammit. I guess maybe it's a good thing I can't consult Dr. Google after work tonight.
How are all of YOU? Tell me something good.
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