.......that I had to get out of bed to post here to keep from harming you.
Honey, dontcha' know that I am sick, too, that you had to take me to Urgent Care on Friday night because I was struggling to breathe?
Honey, dontcha' know that you came down with the same bug as me, but you didn't sit on the toilet violently barfing and pooping (sorry, tmi) for most of the afternoon Saturday? Barfing so hard that all my stomach muscles are extremely sore and whenever I cough it causes me pain?
Honey, dontcha' know every time you call me into the room and I ask "what?" you say "nothing, just want you here" I want to throat punch you?
Honey, dontcha' know that the meds that they put me on makes me unable to sleep and your tossing and turning, throwing your pillow on top of me, yanking all the blankets off of me, you snuggling up close and shoving your knee up my ass, makes me want to shove you off the bed onto the floor?
Honey, dontcha' know that if I have to listen to you suck on one more cough drop like it is the last drop of the golden elixer of life, I will shove the whole bag down your throat and choke you to death?
Honey, dontcha' know if you don't stop moaning and groaning, I will have to smother you with the pillow you threw on top of me for the umpteenth time?
Honey, dontcha' know if you ask me one more time for me to put my hand on your head to feel your fever, I will slap the shit out of your forehead?
Thank you so much, SI friends, for letting me vent here. I really love MisterSister. He is ill. So am I. I am trying very hard to be sympathetic and compassionate. He is just very demanding when he is ill. I know he is miserable. We both are. *sigh*
Don't worry, I will not harm him.