The visit that wasn’t
CBC did not visit this weekend. Just before leaving for R-Town, she helped the upstairs neighbor move something. Threw out her back.
“Dude! You shouldn’t be doing shit like that,” I told her. “You could break a nail or something.”
Laughter followed by much wincing from the other end. “Fuck. Don’t make me laugh it hurts too much.”
“Yeah, but it’s the best medicine.”
“No, that would be the pills I got from my father.”
I won’t even go there. Suffice it to say CBC got a phone consult with a sports medicine friend of the family who basically said, yeah take those pills your father gave you and when you do, don’t walk around and do things.
During our phone call last night, CBC walked around, did things like oad the dishwahser, go outside, and so on.
“You really should listen to the sports medicine guy, get back into bed and not do that shit.”
“I’ve been in bed for 36 hours. I have ADD. I can’t go back to bed.”
Only a few minutes later, “Ah. Oh,” come fromteh other end of the phone.
“What happened?”
“I hurtmyself closing the window,” she replied.
“Uh huh. Lemme guess. Leaning over the fish tank, one hand closing the window the other holding the phone, right?”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
“Look, I’m gonna get off your phone. You go to bed, and don’t do more stuff until after you’re better.”
“Okay.”
“Or not. I just don’t want to hear it or in any way be involved with you fucking up your back really big time, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Just remember, you’re going to need a heathy back to hold those tits up.”
Laughter, and “Oww. I told you not make me laugh.”
I’m not so much disappointed as I am relieved. Yeah, I was really looking forward to spending some QT with CBC, but the way my week has gone, it’s nice to not have the pressure of company.
