Jan 10, 2011 - 10:25 pm
That's what my husband told me this evening, in a fit of pique. He's sick. He has chills and a little bit of a temp (less than 101). He's achy and miserable. I get that. But he's also whiny. Absurdly whiny. Yesterday, at the onset of his grave illness, he mentioned several times that maybe he should go to the ER. Tonight he said, "I guarantee you, if I went to the ER, they would admit me." Yeah....right. I sort of chuckled and it ticked him off, I guess. That's when he said, "I wish you felt like I do."
I offered to trade maladies with him. That wasn't the right thing to say, either. He snapped, "You know I can't win that argument." Sorry, dear. I have Cancer. Cancer trumps your post-Christmas crud. Get over yourself.