The Husband isn’t usually the “drama queen” type.
Until he gets sick.
Before this week, his most famous sick bed line was “Gather the children close. I need to say my goodbyes.” He wasn’t joking.
Heard last night around dinner time, as he lamented how miserable he felt:
- “What’s going to become of me?”
- “I’ll have to assign my care to someone. I can no longer live independently.”
- “Is this what I’ve been reduced to?”
- “I’m a shell of my former self.”
None of these were said with humor. He was convinced the grim reaper was on his way.
I totally get how awful he feels – I just lived through it (barely) myself. He’s on day five of a 12-day virus that may be the worst bug I’ve ever had. I really do feel for him.
But you just have to laugh.