I worked Wednesday and Thursday. I had every intention of working on Friday too, but slept until noon instead. I am soooo tired! There’s nothing more tiring than vacation; Brett and I have both been sleeping tons: sleeping in, napping, going to bed early. Zzzzzz. Fun is so exhausting!

Brett’s back is still messed up, and he’s feeling frustrated. He wants it to get better and go away now, but getting aggro just isn’t the way to deal with it. The poor baby. I feel really bad for him; chronic pain is no joke and he’s been remarkably pleasant considering how irritable he must be feeling. We bought freezer packs and Arnica gel this afternoon and I hope they give him some relief. I believe he’s watching the Stevie Ray Vaughn freeview right now – that should cheer him up a little.

As for me, I’m getting sympathy back pain; I’m almost as stoved up as he is! My lower back is a mess, and my neck is too. Wah! (…you don’t suppose I could be a little dehydrated too, do you?!?!?)

Yesterday Brett and I hung out at Steve & Misty’s most of the afternoon and had a really great time. Misty always keeps the cutest house; she’s got such great stuff! We were going to go out with them last night too – Steve’s band was playing in the bar at Iris Bowl in Mount P. and a Fairfield posse were rolling up for the party – and I was really excited that maybe we were going to start doing things socially again, but of course Brett lamed out on me at the last minute. As always.

I was dressed and ready to go when Brett suggested that I should go with Joe instead, because he thought he wanted to stay home and rest his back. Not a problem except for the fact that Joe had left an hour before.

I was really pissed off there for about ten minutes, I admit it. I was! Mostly because I felt stupid. I should have known better, I really should have. The fact that he was interested and interesting on vacation doesn’t mean that’s going to continue now that we’re back in status quo land.

Sigh.

I had asked him at least three times if he was sure he was going to go out last night, and he assured me he was. But he wasn’t. He had no intention of going at all, and I’m gullible for believing him in the first place. He’d had a plan: to send me with Joe and stay home himself.

He just didn’t bother to tell either me or Joe.

So I drove myself. And I had a good time, even though I only bowled a 79 and I was exhausted driving home!

You might think I’m being uncharitable; after all, he does have a ruptured disc and he has been in constant pain for at least a month, longer if you count the sprained ankle he had first. But his back pain didn’t keep him from doing anything at all in Colorado, and so I can’t help but wonder how bad it really is, you know?

I mean, I think what he wants is some comforting and babying now that we’re home. He probably overextended himself on vacation and he feels like he should convalesce a little and that I should baby him and soothe him and “there, there” him… and normally, I would. But I’m just as exhausted and overextended as he is, and I didn’t get to sleep the first few days were were home because I had to go to work, and I want some nurturing too! I could use a little help, too, with the normal chores around here especially since I’m so far behind due to vacation.

But he’s not hardwired to see any of that. The loads of wet, dirty clothes from camping at Telluride don’t impinge on his pristine isolation. The fact that we’re not even unpacked yet bothers him not at all. It doesn’t occur to him to change the bedsheets in between any of those nice long naps he’s taking.

In the week we’ve been home, he’s been in too much pain to work, do a load of dishes, or unpack the single suitcase I asked him to unpack… BUT he’s been to the bar at least three times, he went to a Sunday football party, and he’s well enough to bitch about the fact that I haven’t been grocery shopping yet.

I love him and I do want to nurture him, but he’s so thick-headed sometimes! He’s feeling abandoned or ignored right now not because I’ve abandoned him but because he can’t bother to think for a moment: is my wife tired, too? Is that why she laughs when I try to get her to wait on me hand and foot like a slave? The man is brilliant. He’s one of the smartest men I’ve ever known. But he sure can be a big fat lazy baby sometimes.

Er, all of the time. *rolleyes*

Now I’d better go see if he needs anything. (I know, I’m a pushover!)