Look, lady, maybe your husband is demented. Maybe he's had a stroke, and forgotten how to do this particular household activity. Maybe he's just being a guy (I have some experience in that field).
BUT, when I ask you why you brought the old fellow to see me, a neurologist, you're gonna have to give me more information than a note saying "He doesn't know how to make the bed".
Using only that as a criteria, the majority of guys, myself included, will need to start seeing a neurologist. So will most of the pediatric population.
And there ain't enough female neurologists to see us all.
He can't find anything in the refrigerator either. He's also incapable of putting whites and darks in separate laundry bags. And let's not get started on the toothpaste situation.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand...he excels at bringing home tomatoes purchased at the store.
And he can't remember to put the seat back down. And he's always "missing" the potty and getting pee on the floor.
ReplyDeleteBut, in his defense, my hubby's a brilliant PhD-level scientist and he can also purchase tomatoes.
I'd like to add he also can't find the laundry basket. He is very confused and thinks the floor is where his dirty shorts belong!!
ReplyDeletei like tomatoes.
ReplyDeleteIf that was the case, I'd be a candidate for Obama's "Death Panels."
ReplyDeleteBarb, you're a big girl now. I'll bet you could learn how to put the seat down yourself.
ReplyDeleteIt's not a matter ofputting the seat ourselves, it's falling in and getting a wet tushy at 3am.
ReplyDeletethat's just sad.
ReplyDeleteNext it will be "He pees on the toilet seat!!!!"
ReplyDeleteoh my god your too funny!
ReplyDeleteGrrrr... hope your family interview and exam gave you more information. When I worked at a very specialty clinic & we had peeps referred from sources we didn't know or self referred we had a huge intake packet for pts / families to fill out. They had to turn the packet in before they could get an appointment. Non-emergency diagnostic center.
ReplyDeleteOh, ye gods. I don't make my bed!
ReplyDeleteHummm...and as a nurse I was worried the other night when my hubby had to describe cilantro because he couldn't remember what it was called, then he had to describe Rotel tomatoes for me so he could put them on the grocery list...and he wasn't drinking. We decided we needed to be drinking alcohol...our live in guests/family are stressing him out.
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