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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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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!