Well that’s what you’d think he has when he’s sick!
When I have a headache, I’m down in the dumps, feeling sick to my stomach, overly tired, I usually keep it to myself. That’s not exactly the case with my dear hubby. See… I’ve never really been a nurturer at heart. Growing up, I wasn’t really babied when I was sick. I’ve only been sick from work once or twice in my entire life. I may think I have deadly diseases but when it comes to showing it I suck it up.
I guess when it comes to being sick we all have our preferences for how we’d like to be treated. I like my space. I’ll take a nap and try to sleep it off. My better half… A headache will out him out for the rest of the day and he’ll be whining through the entire process.
If his stomach hurts he’ll insist he’s about to throw up… Go spit in the toilet and say he did. It’s actually quite humorous.
It took me a few years to realize it was love and affection he needs during his “sick” moments. Where I would rather pop an aspirin and be done with it, he’s rather a more “natural nurturing” approach. I didn’t get it at first, in fact I’d get pretty angry. But over time I learned to endure and suffer quietly. I’ve found I’ve actually adapted, and I don’t really mind babying him and nurturing him back to headache-free health. It’s nice because it makes him feel better, he appreciates me more, and I feel better about making him feel better. Funny how that works.
Anyway, I’m glad WE got that problem worked out but I still wonder about my kids. Will my self-diagnosis of disease and his consistent feeling of sickness wear off on our kids? Maybe we should make a deal that we won’t talk about being sick or dying around our kids… That way they won’t go to class telling their teacher their mom has cancer and their dad has lammonia (ok I totally made up that disease) or brain damage (ok maybe he has a little of that) or whatever!
Are you afraid of random character traits carrying on to your children?