FU SO and skid, FU
Okay, so background. Broken foot, not supposed to walk. And now a hairline fracture in my wrist because I went ass over tea kettle (seriously flew over the handlebars) on my knee walker when I hit a handicap pad on the sidewalk. I know, right?
Anyway, I'm exhausted and in pain after getting back from doc's office today. It's like 3:30. All I want to do is take a nap. Which I do, SO gets me all tucked into bed and off to lala-land I go. He wakes me up at 7:30, telling me dinner hasn't been made. I said yeah, I took the hamburger out to make unstuffed cabbage. I fully wake up, he helps me get dressed, and hobble out of the bedroom where I'm told "SS13 will be your able and willing helper to make dinner tonight. I need to take a nap before I go to work."
WHAT? I'VE GOT A BROKEN FOOT AND A HAIRLINE FRACTURE ON MY WRIST AND YOU CAN'T FRIKKEN MAKE DINNER?
Fine, whatever. Get SS into the kitchen with me, where I have him get what I need out of the fridge and pantry, and he tries to run away back to his computer. I'm like, uh, you're not done, which of course makes him grumble. I'm the one standing, STANDING, mincing garlic and cutting up a head of cabbage. I think the beast can brown the damn hamburger. Anyway, when we're mostly finished he runs back to his computer, and I say thank you very much, in a sincere way, because I really did mean it. The response I get?
"YOU'RE NOT WELCOME VERY MUCH."
Excuse me you little a-hole? I'm getting the water for the pot and immediately go with my knee jerk reaction. "Fine. When you break a foot or a leg and need any kind of assistance, I'm not going to do a damn thing for you."
Oh the string of expletives that I want to spew out of my mouth right now.