So I guess I've resigned myself

To being completely irritated by this woman.  This morning's conversation (whilst I prepared the morning coffee, 'cause she refuses to do so 'cause she doesn't know how 'cause her husband makes such WUNderful coffee in the morning do you think I've started to over use parenthesis?) went as follows:

Her: "I ME I I I I ME ME ME I ME II MEMEMEMEMEME IIIII!!!!!!"

Me: "Oh, really?  That's nice.  Oh, okay.  Hmmm...  Isn't that something..."

Her: "I HAFTA DO THIS AND I HAFTA DO THAT AND WHAT SHOULD I DO ABOUT THIS AND I'M GONNA DO THAT AND I HAFTA AND I NEED TO AND IIIII MEMEMEMEE I ME IIII MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"

Me: "Well, could you please..." 

*interruption*  

Still Me: "I NEED STAMPS, GO GET THEM WHEN YOU ARE OUT..." 

*interruption*

 ..."when you are out..." 

*interruption* 

..."WHEN YOU ARE OUT RETURNING THE WRONG INK CARTRIDGE THAT YOU ORDERED (*I'm thinking* AND GOT ALL PISSED OFF ABOUT [for a change] BECAUSE THEY SENT THE WRONG ONE), PLEASE STOP BY THE POST OFFICE AND BUY STAMPS. Thank you."

Her: "Okay...  III MEMEME I ME I ME II MEMEME III ME I ME..."

Me: "I'm gonna go downstairs now and get my shit started..."

Didn't hear her answer.  Had to get the fuck away.  I'll probably find out today about how much longer I have to put up with this shit.

Oh yea, and what did I say the other day?  That Ron and I would probably talk and shit?  Well, we did and it felt good, again.  I can say that we are making progress.  It just takes dedication and work, like anything else of worth.  And time.  And medication.  

YEA MEDS!  YOU ROCK!  I had to go one more evening without them.  I got there too late on Friday.  They close at five.  When I saw that the pharmacy was closed, I started to breathe heavy and felt a panic coming on...  I called Ron and started whining in his ear.  His sober response, though uncomfortable to hear at that particular time, actually helped me to calm down.  Not before I snapped at him, of course.  "Thanks for your wonderful understanding, darling.  Good bye..." It helped me calm down enough to gather my wits. I found some people still there at the front desk downstairs from the pharmacy.  I calmly explained my dilemma and they tried to help me, but everyone had left the pharmacy department for the day.  With that, I thanked them for their help and went foggily on my way. Oh well, I could live through another dizzy evening, I would just spend it in bed.  I drove home, focusing all of my energy (or as much as I could, anyway) on being calm.

Saturday morning I got my pills, downed a couple and waited for the dizzy, irritable, confused fog in my head to go away.  I tried to avoid fighting with Ron at that time, but it was inevitable.  We fought, but I feel like we gained something.  Because when we'd calmed down and discussed, he said some things that made a lot of sense.  Ah, but saying is one thing and doing is another.  That's where consistency comes in.  I have to be consistent, both in seeing that he respects my wishes AND seeing that I respect his.  Well, the ones that make sense to me, anyway.  HAHAHAHA!  

Okay, I must get on with my day.  I needed to get this out before I got to working.  On to another day of my phone ringing and hearing, "I JUST WANTED TO CHECK WITH YOU, TO MAKE SURE I WAS DOING THE RIGHT THING, YOU KNOW, 'CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO FUCK ANYTHING UP, YOU KNOW, 'CAUSE THAT WOULD BE TERRIBLE.  YOU KNOW I ALWAYS WANT TO CHECK WITH YOU..."  Even though I've told her no less than five thousand times how to do almost every task she's asked me about.  For the love of God, the universe and all that is beautiful and sacred, please give me the strength to be patient with this bitch *cough* nice person.

The End.