But, you say, Aren’t you Supposed to be in Detroit? Isn’t the Wedding on Friday?


Yes and yes.

When Gary’s screams woke me up at 4 am, I just sighed, got up, and double-checked that we had packed everything. The screaming and gasping continued till six. I just stayed awake, because we were flying out at 10:30, had to be at the airport at 8:30, had to drop off the dog at 8:00.

I knew the plan by heart because I’d spent time the day before finalizing the plan. I’d even spent a bit more money to upgrade our flight to Chicago to First Class. I’ve flown first class to Chicago once before, but Gary hasn’t. A treat for him.

I ignored Gary because, seriously, how many times has he threatened to cancel a trip because his back went out? Every vacation. I was ready for him to start “feeling better” at 7:00, then heroically just stagger to the airport. Yawn. Cliche.

This time he called his mom at 6:30 (“Oh, she’ll be awake.”) and let her know he wouldn’t be going to our nephew’s wedding. He called both sisters and his nephew. When he talked to his nephew it struck me: He was serious! He wasn’t getting on the plane!

Was I angry? Yes. Was I angry at Gary’s back? Yes. I had to leave the room so I was not in the same room as Gary’s back.

Now that the plane’s gone, I got some sleep, and Gary has discovered he can walk again, I feel calmer. Sigh.


6 responses to “But, you say, Aren’t you Supposed to be in Detroit? Isn’t the Wedding on Friday?”

  1. I hate Gary’s back the way I used to hate Xman’s colds.
    Then again, I threw it right back at him with my cramps but sorry, I could not conveniently time the arrival of my period.
    Gary owes you big time.

  2. Ya know…Gary really should take Wilma’s heart into consideration. The only thing I think at 6:30 am when the phone rings is, who’s dead?

  3. Becs – Well, he owes me $700 bucks for the non-refundable tickets. And Wilma does have a bad heart. In Gary’s mind she still wakes up at 6:30 to get him to school every day.Hattie – Well, MRIs and the like, I guess, or Gary could take more of the muscle relaxants. Or he could just generally relax. ~~Silk – No, I know some day I’ll need some help when I can’t bend over or move. If he’d been a bit less incapacitated I would have gone on my own.

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