Weekend, always dangerous

Last night went surprisingly well. Very surprisingly. Yesterday at her followup Dr appt for her surgery, she found out she has tendonitis and if it doesn't clear with a course of drugs, will require additional very minor surgery.... (so the Dr says.... although minor never really seemst to be the reality...) Soooo..... I never heard from her at all -- even though we had quasi-plans to get together -- until she was home and worn. She called from there and left a weary VM for me on my cell. Then didn't take my calls when I returned hers....

I figured she was withdrawing and hiding due to "bad news from the doctor" and she was. But, she wasn't too awfully maudlin or difficult when I got home. Of course, I made sure to ask her the right, concerned questions.

Anyway, once the high dose of Ibuprofen started to work, she decided to come downstairs so we could watch a favorite CBS show together. That was followed by watching some of extras on a DVD, and then, oddly, but not totally oddly, she got to rubbing some oils into some skin eruptions and then on my feet.... which got her sexual.... which led her to rub something more... and we ended up going upstairs to enjoy the moment appropriately and in a more comfortable place than the living room floor....

Then, there was this a.m.. Started out OK. Friendly. No worries.... Then, she came downstairs to watch TV. I saw her fiddling -- she sometimes gets oddly confused about which button to press -- you know how you have to push the TV button on a universal remote, to deal with the TV, and the CABLE button to deal with the cable box. Well, she does this now and then, she kept trying to turn the TV on, and instead would turn the cable box off. Oh, and I think it started because the TV was accidently on the wrong channel.... Anyway, she kept having the remote set to the wrong device for what she was trying to do....

Finally, I heard the remote crash on the floor -- something she does regularly. I didn't get TOO reactive, I just said in a surprised, maybe slightly exasperated voice, "Oh, Madeline...." [not her real name, of course]. She got a bit bothered for awhile, and I wasn't quite certain what was what, so not long after I just said, "WHAT are you upset about??!!" She says, "I just get tired of things not working the way they're supposed to." ( I kept my thoughts about user error to myself....)

Anyway, she seems to be getting about now. I think we're headed to a home and garden show at a local mall. I will try really hard to have a warm, friendly easy day.... Drifting downriver every chance I get.