I had a medical procedure on Thursday (cardiac catheterization) which started off being just to confirm minor cardiac changes but ended up revealing a quite serious blockage for someone my age. I'm still rattled, examining my mortality, blah blah blah. At any rate, I have to make significant dietary changes, needless to say, along with taking new medications and dealing with restrictions on activity (couldn't drive til Sunday, for ex.) and stress level. I have what anyone would call a lot on my mind, in other words.
When we got home that evening, DH asked me if I wanted anything. I said all I really wanted, considering the new diet I'd have to be on, was my two favorite starters from our local Indian restaurant as kind of a "last hurrah". It was too late and we were both too tired to get it that night, but he promised it to me for lunch on Friday.
Have I had my starters yet? WHY NO, NO I HAVE NOT. I've mentioned them a couple of times but both times it was 'inconvenient' for him to go get them. Sunday evening, finally, I got cranky (because the only food we have in the house that is on my new diet is chopped salad, which I am so tired of that though I usually like it, it's starting to taste really shite). He noticed and asked why, and I commented that it wasn't what I wanted to eat and would rather be eating the Indian food.
That man actually said, and I quote, "Well, I've had a lot of stuff going on the past couple days..." and then when I laid on him the gimlet harpy stare that could melt the Hope Diamond he (unwisely) followed on with, "You could have gone and got it yourself!"
Yes, let me get right on that after I have worn myself out taking DS13 to urgent care for bronchitis, sitting with him, traipsing to the store for medications and coming back home again.
I think he has been a tit. AIBU?