 Right there with ya.
If the first thing I hear in the morning is, "My head hurts." I know it's gonna be a bad day.
Let's say I'm busy. Maybe checking email, cooking, cleaning, getting ready for the day whatever and I ask him to take the puppy out.
"You do it. I'm siiicck." (Sick is always drawn out.)
....
NO YOU AREN'T! You have a friggin' headache, that doesn't make you sick. And now I have a headache from the whining you've done. Good job, now, according to you, neither of us can take Guinness outside. Of the two of us with this horrific ailment, I suppose the strongest, most resilient person should travel that 10 feet to the door...
*crickets*
...I guess that's me.
His headaches are magical though, see mine would worsen watching and listening to his Xbox 360 games...his get better.
Uh huh. Sick. I'm sure.
He wants me to be at his beckon call when he gets the slightest twinge of a headache (and sadly most of the time I oblige) yet when I'm not feeling well it's, "Oh. I'm sorry...so what's for dinner?"
Ughh! |