Warmed over death isn't even close to how I am feeling today. That's a couple of steps up on the evolutionary scale.
Having said that, let's get down to brass tacks. My head feels like a balloon and my sinuses are the powerful force behind what will be accomplished today. Anyone who has to deal with sinus headaches knows what I mean because you are basically bowing down and begging to the all-powerful sinuses to be able to breathe let alone function.
Yet, fully knowing that I am sub-par today does not stop my other half from going back to bed while household chores need to be done.
Is there some invisible rule that says women don't get sick.
We can die, because that leaves a tragic figure of a man to be mourned with and grieved upon while people fix him casseroles and sandwich trays.
But let a woman be sick! NEVER!
That is against all rational movement in the universe. Why, any man in his right mind knows that if the hampers are full and the bathrooms need cleaning, then the little woman must be healthy enough to tackle those menial tasks! She doesn't even have to get out of her pj's for that!
And if there is mopping, she can do that while she chats on the phone. Multitasking. See - men can show you how to be efficient. Don't we all feel better now??
That would be a "NO", chuckles.
That I am doing these chores is more a testament to the fact that if I DIDN'T DO THEM, hell just might freeze over before they realized there was no clean underwear in their dresser drawers.
Yeah.
So, in ink only visible to male eyes is the rule "WOMEN CAN'T EVER GET SICK BECAUSE IT INCONVENIENCES MEN!"
I wonder how many loads of laundry I can burn before anyone catches on...
