My husband is sick.

He’s rarely sick. I can count on one hand the number of sick days I’ve seen him take since the day we met (and we met in high school). Last year, this time, he had a major hernia that he’d worked 5 months with (his job is VERY physical, I have no idea how he kept going in all that pain), but he didn’t take any time off work until he had the surgery.

So for him to come home and admit he’s sick (like the bright red face and shivers wouldn’t have clued me in) was a big deal. That he immediately went to bed and let me baby him was even bigger. Just now, he asked me to make sure there was a phone by the bed so he could call work in the morning if he’s not feeling better.

Seriously. He’s sick.

So - all together now… “Poor baby.”

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