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My husband is sick. He says I'm very unsympathetic to him when he is sick, and I am, but it's because he moans around like he's at death's door, and if I pity him too much he'll slip into a coma.

It isn't fair of me, but there you go. He has what Charlie had, only with more whining. He says it's the flu, but as it isn't quite flu season yet, I'm pretty certain it's the viral infection that is going around. The big baby. And then he never goes to the doctor, which pretty much ensures if he has something it's going to get worse and he's going to give it to me and/or Charlie.

I suppose part of my resentment lies in the fact that when I get sick I don't get to lie about all day moaning.

Meanwhile I'm still internally squeeing over my Terry Pratchett encounter yesterday. It was way cool. He put '333' in my Good Omens book. Thought that was funny.

Anyway, off to bring the big baby some Gatorade. More later!

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Men are all the same...poor darlings. Just as well they don't have to have the babies, eh? *g*

My grandmother used to say that if men had babies, there wouldn't be any more babies.

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I love your icon! Needs a dry shirt now and should have unplugged the laptop before starting at it!

He's gorgeous I agree. Comes courtesy of the extremely talented

jjjean65 who has lots of naked men doing yummy things.
*g*

Mine's the same way. Heck, most guys I know are that way. They get sick, and whiney, and you just want to throw them at their mothers and say "This is your fault. You take care of him."

(Their fault for coddeling them and making them chicken soup etc when they're sick)

Of course, when we're sick, we still have to take care of their whiney-butts who got us sick in the first place! lol!

Sick men are worse than sick toddlers any day.

I hope he's better soon!

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We can't lie around whining all day-we have families to tend to!

Hope hubby feels better soon.

My husband is sick. He says I'm very unsympathetic to him when he is sick, and I am, but it's because he moans around like he's at death's door, and if I pity him too much he'll slip into a coma.

If that hasn't been

metaquotesd, may I?

Sure, if you think it's worth it! :)

Oh, goodness, yes. It so perfectly sums up ever sick man I ever met.

I work in a diagnostic Virology lab and hate the thought of "Flu Season". Technically, Flu Season runs from Oct 1st to April 30 but as the years go by we are seeing the lines that define "Viral Seasons" blurring out of existence. Our "current" season is Enterovirus Season but it can mimic the symptoms of Influenza and/or the Parainfluenzas. And to our dismay, we have already seen positive Parainfluenza cultures this week. I hate flu season!

Haha. I feel that way with Anna half the time. Because her tonsils are horribly inflamed and she's put off having them removed for years, when she gets a cold it turns into a hacking cough that lasts for weeks. In fact, we're going through this right now. And she refuses to see a doctor. So I have no sympathy! Medical care is FREE here!

Will you bring me some Gatorade too? I like the yellow kind. Thanks. ;-)

Count yourself lucky.
My dad is incompetant even when he isn't sick. He doesn't whine 'though. Just walk around sneezing all of the winter because he's too lazy to dress when he's cold.
Men are ... well.. we'll never understand them :)

Oh, what a baby! Though that tendency isn't just limited to men. I had a roommate in college who would flop around the apartment, complaining that she was going to *die* if her cold didn't get better. Then she would sit on the couch for days eating fishsticks and peas and carrots and mope if anyone wanted to watch something besides the *Lifetime Movie Network* because she is *oh so* sick and we should all bow down to her.

And that is why we only lived together for one year. ;)

(Do you mind if I friend you? I saw you first on

slammerkinbabe's journal, but you have been popping up all over my flist. I've lurked here a bit, and I am fond of your journal.)

Oh, please do friend. I always like what you say on

slammerkinbabe's journal. You're interesting!

Love the Woodstock icon, by the way. :)

I like my little Woodstock. He is part of a statue from the Peanuts on Parade art exhibit we had in Minnesota a few years ago. Snoopy (in this case with Woodstock on his belly) statues all over the city, painted by different organizations. We've also had Charlie Brown Around Town and a Lucy one that I can't remember the name of. This one is for a local semi-green energy company. (They say green, I say semi-green, but whatever).

Oh - and may I friend you back?

Of course!

ACK. My hubby is sick, too. And he's behaving the same way. He came home from work and sat on the couch and sighed repeatedly until I asked what his problem was. He then informed me that I got him sick with whatever I've had these past few days. It's all very sad and pathetic.

Gah! We're married to the same guy, I think! :)

And when you were sick I'm sure you didn't have the luxury of sitting around the house watching telly and moaning, right?

I will admit to taking a nap for an hour on two of the afternoons after he got home because I felt so drained by that time of the day. But I didn't make such a major production out of it like he is.
Good Lord, I just got home from taking the youngest to gymnastics and he slept for most of the time we were gone. Now he's sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, acting like he's two steps from death. AUGH. Of course his mommy is sitting there with him, coddling him - so I don't have to worry about him wanting coddling from me, but I can be irritated that she fawns on him like he's still a child.
I'm going to go workout. I'll just lose my temper if I stay here too long, I think.

Jeez. I got home from working out at 7:50pm. At that time the girls should have had their lunches packed, their clothes out for tomorrow, and their pajamas on. I came in the door with ten minutes to spare before Survivor started, figuring the girls would want to watch it with me. Except - no clothes out, no lunch packed, no pj's on. Hubby just laying on our bed, looking pathetic, girls running around the house. So I had to get all their school stuff together, etc and so on, and he went to bed at 8pm.
Mind you, when I was so very sick over the summer, feverish and shaking all day (lost five pounds in five days I was so sick), and he was out of town for work, I had to do everything for them, even though I felt like hell. HE couldn't even simply get them ready for bed one night. *sighs* What is it about men?

Seriously! I went to Charlie's back to school night - was gone for an hour and 1/2, I come home and Kris is in bed and Charlie's sitting in his playroom playing video games. Now he's old enough that you don't have to watch him every minute, but he couldn't even sit on the couch while I was gone? What if Charlie needed something.

Men. Big babies. Sigh.

Sorry about you having to do all that stuff. Totally frustrating.

Well, if they died, I guess we'd feel guilty.

I come home and Kris is in bed and Charlie's sitting in his playroom playing video games.

Holy crap. We are married to the same man!

Well, if they died, I guess we'd feel guilty.

*ponders* .... Alright, maybe a little. ;o)

But..but...but...he's siiiiiiiick! He doesn't feeeeeeel welllll! Could you get him *diminutive voice* a glass of water?

Sick men are funny.

As for Terry Pratchett: you met him? Go you! Very cool!

This is why I am still single! LOL! I don’t think I could handle a whinny man!

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