2/25/2012

Follow-Up

So, dear reader, here is the flip side of the idyllic scenes described in the previous post, i.e., happy trip to Gatlinburg and fill-in volunteer work at Day Job enabled by Cherished Son.  Timothy picked me up at school since he had brought me there after the chemotherapy training session, greeting me with the news that he had accidentally broken my gorgeous, huge computer monitor.  Even though I had bought it last summer along with a new computer since my previous desktop is old and tottering (like another occupant of this house I could mention), I have barely used it because the Oldie has been holding up so far.  Timothy brought home his own desktop and this gargantuan TV monitor that he uses for a computer monitor, but unfortunately has been rearranging cables and peripherals between his computer and my new computer for some dread purpose and the monitor just finally fell off the table.  


In his frustration, he kicked the front door.  Which is hollow.  Now I have a broken front door.  Which is one of a matched pair that has unusually deep-set locks because of their retro sunburst doorknob plates, just to make sure that replacement would cost the moon.


My somewhat aching incision and I trailed out to the garbage can to get the make and model of the monitor (with which I had totally bonded even with little use), so I could get the same thing at some point in the future (not possible now with these crushing medical bills hurtling at me from every angle).  He had bashed it so badly (did he think it was a Taliban?) that it was impossible to locate the label.


In revenge, I am making him pick up the clothes off the floor of his bedroom.  This should take several days.


Just another day in Paradise.

15 comments:

julieQ said...

What kind of monitor do you need? Sorry about the frustrated son...but hurrah for him filling in for you! He is such a keeper!!

Karen said...

Yikes! I like the part about making him pick up his clothes and how long it would take.

Me and My Stitches said...

That does kind of put a damper on the great time you had! I think tomorrow will be better!

MARCIE said...

Oh Karen, how totally horrible! Like all of us, you live on the computer! I bet Mr. T feels awful. Lucky you have a laptop, tho I know it doesn't compare. Your trip looks wonderful. Hope you and Rembrandt are doing OK.

MARCIE said...

Oh wow--this is trilling, my comment saved on the first try!

Mimi said...

I would make him get a job and buy you a new one FIRST paycheck. Install new door second pay check. Get you something nice third paycheck and put the 4th, 5th, and 6th paycheck in the savings account! In the end I know you feel too lousy to even think on the next steps for those projects. Hang In There!

Lori said...

Hmmm, actually sounds completely normal to me! LOL

MARCIE said...

checking to see if word verification is on

Gretchen said...

Oh my. Broken things follow you and me around don't they. At least all of that is replaceable/repairable. You, my dear, are not so stay well and think good thoughts.

Libby said...

Revenge is sweet *s* Keeping you in my thoughts!

Julie said...

Ouch! Sorry about the monitor and door. It sounds like Timothy just had a bad day. I'm glad to hear that you have devised a fiendishly clever way to keep him busy. :0)

Betty (picture circa 1951) said...

I feel bad for Timothy...and you. It's just a difficult time. I can say from experience that it's not easy being a "caretaker" to someone you love and watching them go through all the crappy cancer stuff. It's frustrating because you can't make it all go away. At times I've felt like kicking a few doors myself. :)

Taryn said...

Just when I was thinking Timmy was completely perfect he does something that sounds like he's still such a boy. I have two of them and eventually everything breaks in this house.

Jeanne said...

And I also had Timothy on a high pedastal...but he's human so I'll keep him there. Hope this kind of day doesn't happen again any time soon. BTW, are the clothes picked up yet?

Lynn Dykstra said...

All we with sons know exactly what you are talking about!