Hubby's been feeling the pressure bigtime lately, with all that's been going on. I know that fishing relaxes him, so a couple of months ago, I figured, well, if I die soon (this was when I'd just seen my CT scans and figured I only had a few months left), he'll have some happy birthday memories.
So we went deep-sea fishing. Costs about $50 a person. I barfed the ENTIRE day; I don't ever remember being so sick in my life.
I thought he would "get the hint" from that. He didn't. He loved it and wants us all to go again. This time, take some dramamine, he says.
I've tried to be game about it, but I really really dread this.
So guess what he wants to do tomorrow.
I've been trying to be polite, while suggesting that I'm not up for it yet--my shoulder and chest are still sore enough to be taking pain pills at least once a day, and I still can't drive or work. He says there are seats if I need to sit down (true), seasick pills for the seasickness, and he'll drive, the seas have been way calmer than the day we were out there, and all that.
I just thought, geez, I can think of a bunch more ways to blow $200 in a day; why does he have to pick something I don't wanna do???
And then I think, this man has been under so much pressure lately, it's better to spend the $200 on something he wants to do with his whole family instead of going off to the nearest bar and blowing it there. Isn't it? :stone:
I'll probably go, but I'm sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Can anyone think of any way for me to gracefully get out of it without causing a divorce?
Or should I just shut up and go and possibly have a really good time with the man I love?