The Husband didn’t actually have to go to the emergency room. He did survive his man-cold (which he swore was the flu, but I seriously doubt it), and is back to work today. And he survived my wrath, mainly because he didn’t actually wake up and interact with me until he was back to behaving like a fairly normal human being.
In fact, yesterday he was up and about and running errands, because he was still to sick to go to work. I guess that was part of his recovery?
In fact, he was so back to normal last night he was up for a little joking, once I got home and went straight to bed, wiped out from a FULL DAY OF WORK WHILE HAVING A COLD.
Him: “There’s something I think you need to know.”
Me: (with little interest) “Yes?”
Him: “Yesterday while I was lying there, unable to move, I actually thought about clearing all my piles of junk out of the laundry room.”
I have to give the guy a little credit for knowing just how much a pain in the ass he is.