***I am very pissed off as I write this. Be warned! ***
If you have been following my blog for a while, you will know my biggest pet peeve with barely husband is being made his secretary.
Fuck! I hate his guts when he does it. Worse, he feels like he’s the victim and I’m the unreasonable bitch!
The house is finally up on RightMove, with all the marketing stuff I approved with the agency, and there’s a viewing scheduled for the weekend. Fingers crossed! 🤞🏼
He calls me today to say he transferred part of the money from our only joint account: an investment one we created 7 years ago. Then he asks me for a favour: to go to our GP surgery (doctor) and try to get a referral for an x-ray of his hand. Excuse me?
Anyone who knows how the NHS (UK healthcare system) works, knows it doesn’t happen like that.
To fill you in on the story, a couple of months ago, he slipped and fell on his hand. He did nothing. He was going to the gym and, even though it was a little painful with some activities, he still did nothing. He was doing some ‘massage’ himself and made it worse.
He asked me first time to go to the GP (general practitioner) to get an appointment. I did because I was off. There wasn’t one readily available and, when I explained the problem, they offered to get a nurse to call him to discuss the course of action.
I called him to make sure he would take the call. Surprise, surprise! He didn’t want to and authorised me to take it for him. She did call and I answered as best I could, considering it’s not my hand or my pain. She recommended a two week routine which included anti-inflamatory medication, ice pack, rest and raised resting position. I even bought him his first box of Ibuprofen.
Did he follow it? Hell NO! Nothing. He did take some of the tablets, not even close to how it was recommended. Nothing else.
Now, because he’s still in pain, it’s somehow my job to go back there and get his referral. I said no, he needs to call the surgery and get an appointment with a GP to examine his hand like the nurse said.
When I start getting cranky, I am the bitch who never does anything for him when he even transfers money to my account. IT IS MY FUCKING MONEY!!! CURRENTLY IN AN ACCOUNT I DON’T HAVE ACCESS TO!
He is the nice guy who buys dog food because I asked him to. HE HAS THE ACCOUNT! ONLINE! IT’S HIS FUCKING DOG!
This has really downed my mood. He didn’t understand why I didn’t want to talk to him anymore and dropped the call. I left poor Raven to answer my phone that was ringing nonstop. She is brilliant!
I just want this over with.