Searching For A Pig Farm...

Here it is. Today is the last test needed until we
1. Fix my heart doing a catheter or
2. Move forward with Open Heart Surgery

I'm ok, my mind is at peace. I'm not worried, or stressed about this test. It is what it is. But of course, Ryan didn't take last night off, meaning that he has slept oh..... hmmmm... approximately 2 hours.So we get Kayden ready for school. Ryan is literally walking out the door with him so I get in the shower. 2 minutes later Ryan is LEGIT beating on the bathroom door. I'm not talking a hearty knock. I'm talking hand fisted, beating on the door like he's an angry parent about to beat the shit out of their kid who ran to their bedroom to avoid an ass whoopin.

I jump out of the shower, damn near break my neck slipping and falling. I looked like a figure skater in the Olympics the way I was sliding around. I open to door to:
"Where the fuck are Kayden's pills?!"
Me "On the counter"
Ryan: "No they're not"
Naturally I'm quick to the whip when I get agitated. I go from normal to pissed the fuck off in less than 2.4 seconds. I walk out to the kitchen, dripping wet, stark fucking naked. Glance at the counter, no pills. Open cupboard where we keep our medication, Lo and Behold!!!!!! Kayden's damn pills!!!! Holy shit! Stevie Wonder could've found those damn pills. I hand them to him and walk back to bathroom.

Let me elaborate. EVERY TIME I have to go for a procedure Ryan doesn't take the night BEFORE off, he takes the TWO nights after. Leaving me with crabby ass. I don't need much, for the most part I go to all of my appointments alone. I prefer it that way. Gives me one on one time with my doctor so I can process everything. Ryan comes to these procedures because I can't drive home after. This one in particular, if they fix my heart I stay over night. Hell over high water he's staying over night with me. He can go home and come back in the morning.

There was about 5 seconds of time where I almost opened my mouth and told him to stay home. I'd rather have one of the girls with me then to be talked to the way he does. This is a constant fight between the two of us. I don't speak to him this way, not EVER. Yet he's quick to the draw with her verbal assault. 15 years... 15 years of not wanting to fight. We're married now. Lord have mercy, we're married now. After this procedure, he better look out. I'm not doing it anymore. Soon as he opens his mouth to say something asinine to me I'm going to shut it for him. :) It's going to be WWIII in my house for a while, but I WILL teach him how to talk to a woman. I'd NEVER let Kayden talk that way to another human being, I won't let my husband either.

So in closing, today should be fun! I'll keep you guys updated on what's going on :) Tia, I love you. Thank you for coming and keeping me company last night. I truly appreciated it.