One day last week, Tommy asked how long it had been since I had driven my car. About August 24th. He said we could get it out and drive it somewhere.
So, on Friday, I mentioned it. He seemed confused but finally got it. I suggested he move and park his car and then I would pull my vehicle close so he would not have to walk so far.
He did a slow, loud, controlled explosion. "Why do you say 'vehicle'? JUST SAY CAR. It is a car. Why do you say 'vehicle' all the time. It is a CAR!"
I just sat here, in shock. After a few moments, I calmly said, "You re crazy."
Then, he seemed to be okay with everything while I was hurt. He does this to me all the time.
Of the two of us, he is the one with a speech problem from childhood. NO ONE has ever complained of my speech, except him.
Because of the continuing vertigo, I stayed home from church again. The members were relieved. A woman with mental challenges fell at church this morning. A woman who fell in Publix parking lot last year has continued in therapy and she fell in therapy. So, the church members were glad I stayed away since they had enough of falls and news of a fall today.
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