A Story of Gout

I am back. We did not do dinner with the Outlaws on Friday. My father in law has a touch of gout. He gets it often enough, but the meds knock the shit out of him. Now, for those who do not know about gout, it is a disease where uric acid crystallizes in the blood causing great pain, usually in the big toe.

Diet is the best way to control gout. Red meat, cured (deli) meats and organ meats are notorious for bringing on attacks of gout. Now, here is the fun part of the story. The man is susceptible to gout. He and my mother in law go out for dinner and she tells him to order chicken. He, in his inability to recall the past, orders the liver. Can you connect the dots? He cannot.

The best part is that as the Wife questions her mother, my mother in law claims she does not "control what he eats". The funny thing is that who does the shopping? Who prepares the/his meals? It is not him. It is her and she is definitely in control. Yet, she neither accepts control nor takes the responsibility that goes with it. Therefore, we have a man with diminished (read, NO) capacity to understand the cause and effect relationship that exists being left to his own desires. We have a woman, who is supposed to be in control, for two now, shirking the responsibility as if the outcome is inevitable. I just do not get it. Then again, I probably would have suffocated him with a pillow in his sleep by now.

That is me. I guess I could do to him what I did to the mouse. I wonder how he would react to being hit with the broom, then brick?

Anyway, they did not come over on Friday for that reason. I shake my head, until it happens again. The Outlaws, the Wife, too, just do not seem to get it. If you want something, you have to ACT not hope, use telepathy and hope that somebody provides it, as they want it. Great lessons for the Lad to learn and great behavior for him to model. They would all be great in a doomsday cult, because when the prophesy does not come to pass, they would still believe.

I have one word for it...INSANITY. With my father in law, it is understood, with the others, it is just fucking sad. Ciao!