what do they say about the road to hell again?

its been a really wonderful 24 hours.

at 1am i was woken up by him coughing up a lung or something (how right i would be!) so i go downstairs , get him some water and a cough drop only to find him covered in vomit in bed bleating "help me, help me" in between coughs. my first thought is that i should have never gotten out of bed.

i get him situated in the bathroom. he pees, i wipe him down with baby wipes, take the sheets of the bed.  start hosing them off in the shower next to him, when i hear him say something like "can i see your book?"

"what?"

"can i see your boobs?" *dopey grin*

WHAT THE FUCK

i shoot that down pretty quick and rush him back to bed, new sleeping and pain pill in tow. sitting there waiting for him to eat his cracker (slow as fuck for once) he asks about grandma. i say shes gone. he tells me to go get him a new wife. yeah i'll get right on it.

of course when i ask him if he feels better this morning over breakfast he has no recollection of any of this happening.

while i am brushing my teeth kaiser calls and says they mailed a rx i ordered a few days ago. fine whatever. except i come downstairs and he is convinced that we have to go to kaiser and will not let go of this idea. its all he talks about for 2 hours.

then i get locked out of the house in a tshirt in the rain and he cant get out of his chair to let me in.  i know dad is on the way so i'm not super freaking but its pretty cold. dad finally comes 10 minutes later and he says he tried to get the little girl here to help him. umm definitely no little girl here other than me.

and then it only goes downhill when he calls me fat. so i guess i am not the little girl he was talking about.

can 2012 hurry up and end the world already?