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Daddy’s Silver Linings Playbook Moment

March 14, 2013

My family loved Silver Linings Playbook, especially the scene in which Pat (Bradley Cooper) awakes his parents in the middle of the night while looking for his wedding video. The search cannot wait until morning, and everyone must share Pat’s misery until the video is located. In a similar scene, Pat storms into his parents’ bedroom at 4 a.m. to lament the sad ending to Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms (see video below).


“Did I tell you about your daddy’s Silver Linings Playbook moment?” Mother asked me on the phone.

“Uh. No, what happened?” I asked, envisioning Daddy participating in a dance competition, beating a man to death in a bathtub, or jeopardizing his retirement savings in a football bet gone wrong.

A notice from Daddy’s insurance provider arrived in the mail citing the rejection of a recent $4,000 medical claim as well as a possibility for reconsideration. Daddy became enraged and riled up, particularly since the doctor who performed his sleep apnea test assured my parents that insurance would cover the costs. Despite the letter’s Saturday arrival, Daddy threatened to call the insurance company; however, Mother managed to convince him that the office would be closed.

Around midnight, Mother stirred to the sound of Daddy hollering “Speak to representative! SPEAK TO REPRESENTATIVE!” on the insurance company’s automated telephone line.

“Go back to bed, Robert!” Mother yelled. “There’s nothing you can do right now!” (Because of Daddy’s relentless snoring—hence the sleep apnea test—Mother and her West Highland terrier now slumber in my old bedroom.)

“All right, fine!” Daddy conceded.

About an hour later Mother heard the light flick on in the adjacent computer room.

“What are you doing?!” Mother screamed.

“Lookin’ up some stuff about this bill on the Internet!” Daddy explained.

“But there’s nothing you can do! Go back to bed!”

“All right, all right…”

The cycle continued two times.

While Daddy’s primary and secondary insurance carriers haven’t reached a final decision about the medical bill, the results of his sleep apnea test are in: while a “normal” snoozer stops breathing five times per hour, Daddy stops breathing 163 times per hour. Needless to say, he suffers from severe sleep apnea.

This week Daddy wore his mask hooked up to an oxygen machine for the first time throughout the night. Soon I hope he and Mother will sleep in the same bed again—with the West Highland terrier between them of course.

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7 Comments leave one →
  1. March 17, 2013 9:46 am

    I spilt juice on that last line…
    p.s. I didn’t think I’d like that movie. I ended up loving it and even suggested to the lady that we take up some kind of dance, which – if you knew me and “us” – is waaay out of character. SLP was equal parts Bottle Rocket and As Good As It Gets in terms of tone & emotion, which is pretty much where I like to be situated for two escapist hours (well, without capes and trolls and explosions and replicants and rockets and goo and Fisher Stevens and Johnny Five…)
    p.p.s. I’m still reading every Bobbinous word. Just trying not to comment on
    Every
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    🙂 🙂 🙂

    • March 18, 2013 9:16 am

      So are you and your lady going to take dance lessons? I’m dying to know which type of dance. Thank you for continuing to read and providing motivating commentary!

      • March 28, 2013 11:47 am

        Well, we were inspired… but life got in the way. We’ve got… kind of an unusual relationship anyway. I’ll spare you the details. In any case, we enjoyed it and, if we ever can, I’m no longer opposed to taking some kind of dance. For ten years now, I’ve been one of those “I don’t dance but I’ll arm-wrassle yew” kinda blockheads, but if we end up with the time, money, and gumption (and if I get to pick), I’d go with something classic, like ballroom. Oh, and you’re welcome, but I get a warm fuzzy every time I get to read some Beehonkus, so thank YOU.

      • March 28, 2013 12:07 pm

        Unusual relationships are the stuff of life!

      • March 28, 2013 12:10 pm

        Haha, true! But you ain’t seen nuthin like this one, I gar-awn-tee… That’s a story for another day.

  2. Timber permalink
    March 30, 2013 3:00 pm

    I loved that movie! Today Daddy asked me to help him check his email. I was in the middle of an assignment, but I got up and helped him anyway. Less than five minutes later, he called me from the computer room: “Timber…I need you to help me check my email!” I went back there and helped him again. He had somehow logged out and switched browsers. Less than five minutes later, the same plea reached me in the living room. This time Mother showed him how to sign in. The whole thing repeated five times. The last time I went back there, I explained it was the last time I would log him in today. Less than five minutes later: “Timber…”

    • March 31, 2013 9:08 pm

      Maybe you should post some email instructions beside the computer. It seems like this is a common issue Daddy needs assistance with. Ah well – it was nice of you to help him.

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