Husband had back surgery Tuesday. Recouping at home, fairly steady improvement so far but I have had some trouble getting him to get off the chair and walk….or move….
Left him for an hour today to get him some medicine and Valentines Gifts for the grandbabies. Come home to find him hanging out the front door, in pajamas and robe no less, in the rain, holding a conversation with some kid ( ok, young man) holding an umbrella and cell phone. As I leave the car Im like “can I help you?” to which this kid starts with “yes, Ms. L Im here to schedule an appointment…” and husband starts in with ” Im gonna get him to give us a price on 5 windows. ” I’m like
“WHOA! You, get your butt in the house, its raining and you had BACK surgery 4 days ago.”
“YOU– goodbye. We are not standing in the rain with an unsolicited salesman discussing windows”.
Husband knows the look on my face and shuts the door. This simple kid makes a call to the “office” and is trying to get me to set up an appointment. Then he asks if he can help me carry my packages in. Uh NO. It took me no less than 5 minutes to get this child to head back down the sidewalk.
At which point I grab my 7 candy hearts, 5 stuffed animals and 2 lego minis and stumble up the steps. My husband had locked the door. Both locks. No way this guy was getting in. Or me.
Found the key and got in the house, soaking wet to have him announce: “you dont trust anybody. charities that call the house, people who knock on the door, you dont trust anybody.” I about fell out.
Time to cut him back on his meds I think.