Man has the flu. The plain old fashion kind that did not get named after an animal. The Doc said so and so did the swine flu test she conducted. I asked Man how the test went and he said if you don't mind having a q-tip touch your brain it was fine. Ouch!
Man gets very grumpy when he is sick, almost like a baby. Well, I think he acts like a baby when he is sick. When I am sick, life must go on as normal. I'll ask him if he needs anything or is feeling better. I have to ask for everything! Men??? A couple of years ago I ended up in the emergency room. I won't go into details, but lets just say "it was coming uncontrollably out of both ends". Once I was home, I was lying in bed with stomach cramps hoping to just die. I had to ask Man to go get me jello, ginger ale, and all the usual stomach aids. His reply was I'll go get it after Law & Order is over!!!! Hello! I'm dying here!! I just expelled half my body weight in the last 8 hours!
He hasn't lived that one down yet... What is wrong with men?? I think I'll just chalk it up to a sever case of Man Monkey Pox.
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