Gary hasn't had all of the mania I had when I was on steroids (albeit I was on 40% more). He says his epilepsy and migraine meds being him down so he isn't as driven as I was.
However, he has had some bursts of loopiness. The first one was The Hail Incident.
He came in to my room and said it was hailing outside. It was 70 degrees.
"Gary. It's too warm. And it's not even cloudy."
"DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME I KNOW WHAT HAIL SOUNDS LIKE."
An hour later he came and got me and made me listen to the bathroom ceiling fan.
"SEE? HAIL. IT GOT INTO THE CEILING FAN." To be fair, the ceiling fan did indeed sound like it had a chunk of material in it.
Or, as I said, "It sounds to me like a squirrel secreting away nuts for the winter dropped a shelled nut down the bathroom vent and it's banging around in the fan."
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU HAD THE WORKMEN PUNCH A HOLE IN OUR ROOF AND ADD A NEW VENT FOR OUR MASTER BATH WHEN THE OLD ONE WAS JUST FINE."
Whaaaaat? In no way did that happen. I foolishly defended myself and it got worse from there.
At some point the "hail" "melted" and the situation was resolved. If I remember correctly the new fan cover is on a hinge. If Gary falls asleep today I'm getting in there to see if anything falls out.
If he wasn't on steroids I would be concerned about cognitive decline.
Comments