I'm just having a petty bitch, really.
My husband is always ill. Or his back hurts. Or he hasn't slept in a few nights.
Every morning I get an update on how he's feeling, as if I couldn't tell by the groans and moans and various dramatic stretches.
I do understand, really I do. He grew up in a family where emotion was frowned upon, but illness and infirmity got you instant attention since all the women in the family are nurses and half the men are doctors. I do understand. And he does genuinely have scoliosis, and weak joints, and he's probably genuinely prone to tummy complaints and I know I'm a bit freakish in that I never get sick and my perspective is skewed.
But it's EVERY day that something's wrong. I've got really callous. "Ooh, my neck's really sore" "well, it would be, you haven't complained about your neck in a month or so, it's probably feeling left out".
It would be unreasonable of me to start logging the complaints so that in a month's time I can show him the list of things that've been wrong with him and sarcastically suggest kindly that he see a professional about his chronic conditions, wouldn't it?