I love my husband. He is a wonderful, loving, intelligent well educated man. He is a great father to our 6 year old son.
Unlike the stereotypical male, he does not wimp out when he gets sick. The man worked through walking pneumonia last year.
He feels hot. Does he feel hot to you? Go have Mommy check your temperature.
He has a fever of 99.5?! When did you last give him Tylenol? What do you mean you haven’t given him any? He has a FEVER! I see that he is running around acting normal, but he has a FEVER! How high dies it have to be for us to give him Tylenol?
Wake up, he just sneezed, should we wake him and give him something? I am going to sit up with him all night. What should I do if he wakes up?
If he keeps throwing up where are we going to take him? What do you mean you want to go to the Urgent Care in another town. I don’t care if his classmate’s dad runs it, isn’t there one closer?
He won’t eat anything, shouldn’t he eat something? What should we have him eat?
He’s been sick for 24 hours now, we have to DO something? (Note: math rounding rules at work, it was 18 hours so rounding up to the nearest day made it 24).
…and on and on until J is back to normal and my tongue is completely numb from me biting it constantly.