As long as he is down and out and recovering from his shock wave lithotripsy, I thought I'd go ahead and take full advantage of his drug-induced inebriation. To make fun of him. He knows that I'm going to. But perhaps the drugs will keep him from remembering that I am going to.
Yesterday while he was waiting for the anesthesiologist to come in and shoot him full of la-la drugs, he used the word clairvoyant. Which is fine except that he used it in some weird, inaccurate way. He does that. Frequently. Well, perhaps regularly is the more accurate word. He gets so close. And yet so far. I don't even remember how the word clairvoyant was used yesterday except that it caused us both to laugh so hard I'm sure the nurses wondered what was going on in room #24. And then we go off on some twisted sort of tangent making up phrases and words and meanings.
He'll get names messed up -- maybe he'll stay "I talked to our neighbor Mark" when the guy's name is Mike. One of his favorites is, "Boy is that house ever dilapiTated." Years this has gone on. I keep on saying, "It's dilapiDated." And one that comes into play frequently (because I'm a crybaby) is "Are your eyes welTing up with tears again?" When he knows full well that it is "welling."
But this clairvoyant thing. Man oh man, what was it....??? I just can't remember what it was the other day while he waited for the dude to come and knock him out. Whatever it was, my eyes welted up with tears in that dilapitated hospital room.