Like. I'm. A. Moron.
So as not to drip feed: I have fibromyalgia and other conditions. I take heavy duty painkillers and have fatigue. My cognitive functions are slower than they used to be; this is the most distressing symptom out of everything I have. I feel like a piece of who I am is lost.
I was trying to speak to DH. I told him I was going upstairs to bed, but I hadn't had my evening painkillers yet. I was then going to say, can you bring me up some fruit and I'll take them with that. He interrupted me.
He asked if there was any bread upstairs (we have a toaster in our bedroom
essential for off days when moving is hard). Because he interrupted me, it took me a while to work out how to answer. I was thinking about the answer to the question, but also the relevance. So I didn't answer straight away, I gave him a confused look. So he 'slow talked' at me. Is. There. Any. Bread. Up. There?
I'm right to be miffed, aren't I? He's being a dick? Or am I being sensitive?