Don't Borrow Trouble

While Jon was in the hospital, he picked a fight with me.

The funny part is, he didn't view it as a fight, but a discussion. I viewed it as a fight.

Of course, today - I'm replaying it in my mind. I still see this as a fight and I wish I had reacted differently.

My reactions at the time, were to resolve the situation as quickly as possible with as little emotional strife at the end. Translate that to a draw.

Everyone has always heard the line "Don't go to bed mad" or "Always say I love you because you may not get another chance" and the like.

This is what happened.

We had the fight. It was not good. I ended it quickyl because I had to leave to go teach. I wasn't gone 30 minutes in total, when he called and advised me that he was being moved to the 12th floor. I had no idea what that meant, but I was about to find out.

I got back to the hospital an hour earlier than planned - got off the elevator on the twelfth floor and was faced with two large locked doors. Buzzer entrance only. I don't know what to make of this, so I get buzzed in. I am now in the vast never never land between two more sets of locked doors. and no way in or out. Magically someone appears and lets me in through the next set of doors. Very Get Smart-ish. I am asked to sign a book in an activity room with my name, relationship and have I been advised of the rules.

Rules????

So I put my name down. Under relationship I answer "yes" ( still the wise ass!) and for rules I put no.

I am asked to sit and wait.

I wait and wait and wait.

My own personal hell by the way is to be stuck in waiting room with psych patients and one TV playing the Simpsons....

He finally comes in, manic, and tells me it's not as bad as he expcted, not to worry, take his phone and medicaid card and please come back tomorrow. Don't cry don't worry.

WHO THE HELL IS HE KIDDING???

So now you know the circumstances.

So as we move further and further away from this whole situation, the terms of the fight are coming back to me. I am not wild about it, but if it comes up again, I know how I will fight back this time. I won't end it, just to keep peace because then it festers inside me, and him.

Most of our fights tend to generate from his speaking in "sound bites" or "AOL Keywords". That leaves a lot open to interpretation. That and his need to be right all the time. It doesn't help that I do too... need to be right....

We make it work and we actually had one of those "discussions" last night AND again today that ended with him contrite and me laughing at the stupidity.

Growing up is hard to do....