Third ride to work, actually the fourth
Ron was so slow getting ready the designated ride to work left. Then he called for a send-back. Then he cancelled it, decided he didn't want to go to work, and called me a cab.
He just cancelled the cab (without asking me) and called paratransit back for a 3rd ride to work.
In between, he lost his cell phone twice, cursed at me a lot, and fell a few times.
Oh, what a morning. It's a good thing I carry my migraine pills.
I just hope, when the ride comes, he doesn't try to "transfer" (get out of the wheelchair into a regular seat) or he is liable to fall again.
My sandwich delivery arrives at 8:30. I hope we get there by then. It's one thing if I suffer during a blackout; another if an innocent delivery person does.
He's not even sorry, either. Swears he didn't drink anything last night when I can CLEARLY see the level in the bottle is way down.
The only positive thing I can say about this: Ron only had the one bottle left. It is almost empty now.