I just posted that last bit, and now I am SO ANGRY! It is very difficult to keep my heart quiet when my FIL will NOT. STOP. CALLING.
Encapsulation time. FIL and MIL are both alternative health adherents. Which has been great in a lot of ways for us. Especially in terms of my MIL, who is a gifted homeopath. But the FIL. Well, he had his heyday and has since become a real pain in my arse. I should also tell you that they are divorced. Bitterly. He has obsessive-compulsive tendencies, he is narcissistic, he DOES NOT listen, and he is determined to have me take some experimental (illegal in this country), medicine he helped develop. Which I will not.
He also thinks I need to be educated about my own condition, that I should go "look it up" at a library of medicine in NYC, and has called THREE times to ask if I've had silicone breast implants. Yes, he did.
I humored him at first, saying I would talk to his immunologist friend, because his intentions were good. But now it all returns to being about him. HIS medicine, HIS expertise, HIS schedule. What kind of a person calls the home of someone at 10:30pm the night before she is going into surgery? What kind of person doesn't get the hint when the phone is not picked up and proceeds to talk into the answering machine for 10 minutes? After getting no answer on the cell? And then when angry DIL unplugs answering machine, lets the phone ring endlessly? Twice?
The phone has been unplugged (we have no mute on the phone. Kmart special).
I feel a bit better now. Thank you, blog, for letting me vent. Beckmann is sleeping, and I don't want to wake him to shout about what a big fat jerk his dad is. Though he would agree.
This has obviously been a test. A test of the emergency "quiet your heart" broadcasting system.
Geez, can't a girl Hold Still in peace?