So while I’m waiting to hear back from the emergency vet, let’s have a little Thanksgiving recap, shall we?
There was turkey. There were 2 turkeys, actually: the one we ate, and the one who sired my husband.
My FIL has social skills that can best be described as “limited.” He is divorced, and he doesn’t communicate with his 5 kids unless he’s describing his health issues. When My Guy and I visited him in the hospital last spring, after he’d had back surgery? He was euphoric. Not because of painkillers, but because he loves being in the hospital, being the center of attention. He also tends to exaggerate his symptoms and take liberties with information. For example, “We need to watch this med – it might impact your kidneys” becomes “I’m in full renal failure.”
Instead of coming to Thanksgiving dinner, FIL went to the emergency room. They declined to admit him, so he called for 1 of his kids to come pick him up.
My Guy and I drove 45 minutes to the hospital. We spent a solid 20 minutes looking for FIL, and had 3 different hospital staff assisting in the search. Then, we got a text: FIL had called someone from his church to take him home. He’d been home for an hour. He did not think this warranted a phone call, and didn’t think anything about how his entire family had delayed dinner so that he could be ferried about.
Now, I love my sweet husband. His reaction to all of this was to laugh manically. He was so angry, he couldn’t stop laughing. Me? I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry, because I saw the expression on his face.
It’s easy for me to be all, “What the fuuuuuuuuck?” But for my husband and his siblings? This is their dad. They’re adults, but they still need a dad. They understand that there is some truth to his health concerns … but they also know when they’re being played. It would be nice to have a dad who has a tiny bit of concern for someone other than himself.
This is the guy who once knew our arrival was imminent, but was nekkid in his kitchen when we got to his house.
It’s not often that I have no clue how to deal with someone because they are just that irrational. But I’m clueless here. Short of running over him with my car, I’m just not sure what to do. And really? Since I’ve backed into My Guy’s truckasaurus not once but twice? A little more body damage to my 10-year-old Honda is not going to upset me. I have nothing to lose!
Any experience dealing with a similar person? Any words of wisdom?