Did you ever notice that men can shift around their schedules to accommodate most sporting events. They can rearrange their day to fit in hours of video game play. They can somehow find time in their busy work day to Google articles about the newest TV technology. And, all the while, they are complaining that they are “too busy to take on anything additional” when you ask them to move something downstairs.
What they really mean is that “I’m not willing to take on anything additional…. UNLESS, it’s fun and/or will benefit me in some enjoyable way.” Enjoyable, of course, being the operative word here.
This of course, is one of the primary reasons that household chores sit on a man’s To Do list forever. It’s because they always have too much other fun stuff that they want to squeeze in. This fun stuff directly conflicts with time they’d have to give up to accommodate less enjoyable things.
What I didn’t realize is that my hubby can take this to an extreme… which, in all honesty, shouldn’t surprise me since we do live a Life of Extremes. Anyhow….. his prioritization of “distasteful” tasks truly took a turn this week that still has me shaking my head….
The distasteful task I’m referring to is not a load of laundry, it’s not shopping for appliances, and it’s not a trip to any of The Circles of Hell (all of which hubby totally despises). The “task” I’m referring to is actually a Dr. visit. And, just for the record, I don’t mean a, hubby has the sniffles, Dr. appt. I mean an appointment with a specialist, to address an issue that’s been bothering him for quite some time.
You see, hubby has been complaining of some foot/knee pain for quite a while. It’s become so bad that he’s actually decided to see a doctor. This is sort of a feat, in and of itself, since it’s been bothering him for upwards of months and he has finally decided he should see someone about it. This however, is only Step 1: The decision to see a doctor. Step 2: is actually making the appointment. And, this is where the problems start.
Apparently the closest orthopedist who participates in our insurance plan is about 35 minutes away. There just simply isn’t a closer option. Not great. Not ideal. And yes, kind of a huge pain in the ass. But, it’s not like there are other options…. unless of course, you are hubby.
If you are hubby, there is indeed another option. The option of ignoring the problem all together and not scheduling an appointment because…. “It’s ridiculous that he’d have to travel that far to see an in-network doctor” and because he “simply doesn’t have the time to inconvenience himself in this way”. Remember folks, this the guy who hates his 6 minute commute to work! So, rather than have someone do some tests to see what’s wrong, he’d rather just “suffer through it” (his words) than drive 35 minutes out of his way. And, hold onto your seats cause this may surprise you BUT, I don’t understand this at all????? If something hurts me enough to consider seeing a doctor, then I’m generally willing to do whatever is necessary to get to said doctor.
But alas, my mind works differently than hubby….. I don’t necessarily weigh my options on the Enjoyability Meter in order to determine which things I will do. If I did, we may never have clean clothes, or toilets or towels, or food to eat, or paid bills or… or… or……
But not hubby… it’s too far, too inconvenient, and generally not worth the effort to put himself out in order explore the possibility of what might be wrong with him. I get it…. it’s another work vs reward scenario (sort of like corn on the cob). What’s incredibly interesting to me is that he was more than willing to drive the EXACT. SAME. DISTANCE to test drive and buy his motorcycle…….
Enjoyable vs Not Enjoyable.
Motorcycle vs Knee.
Men vs Women.
(I suppose it’s these mind boggling differences that make the world go ’round…..)
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