I can tell I am sick, really sick, not because of the antibiotics, the sinus infection, the pink eye, the generalized body aches, the vomiting , the fever, the sore throat, the head aches, or the doctor telling me I am sick. No, I know I am really sick because my wife looked at me the other day and said, “I feel really sorry for you” and she meant it.Don’t get me wrong here, my bride is a beautiful and a near saintly person in many aspects but sympathy is NOT one of them. To illustrate, if you were walking on a trail and fell 30 feet down the mountain, she would not offer condolences or treat your wounds. No, she would asses the damage (assuming you aren’t bleeding) and tell you to, and I quote, “Suck it up.”
In her defense about 80% of the time she is right. There really is nothing else that you can do so you should just suck it up and keep going.
To make a long story even longer, the fact that she told me she felt sorry for me was not something I expected to hear short of my death bed. And to be completely honest, on my death bed I expect her to tell me it is my own fault.
Man I MUST be sick. I think I see a light…
