get well soon (or else I might kill you)

kelly | 29 May 2005 - 11:44am

I've heard it said that sick men act like babies. Whining, whimpering, pathetic, helpless babies.

And I am here to tell you that IT IS TRUE. Oh my google, is it ever true. Last night at 10:45 I ran to the grocery store to buy him cough syrup and cough drops because he was threatening to kill himself if the coughing fits didn't. Thirty minutes after taking the cough syrup, he was STILL coughing and bemoaning that it wasn't working, why wasn't it working, would it ever work? and then all of a sudden he was OUT. And at that moment I knew the relief of a mother whose fussy child FINALLY falls asleep. And I just might have poured some vodka down his throat while he was sleeping. You know, to mix with the cough syrup and ensure that he wouldn't wake up for the rest of the night. You know, for his own good. I'm not saying that I did, just that I might have.

290 reads

Susie | 29 May 2005 - 12:30pm

Feel better, Rob. Thou shalt not kill, Kalki. But thou can blog about the possibilities, that's OK.

Ern | 29 May 2005 - 1:22pm

Oh my goodness, it is SO TRUE! The whining, the whimpering, the moaning. ALL TRUE.

mrtl | 29 May 2005 - 4:26pm

Poor Rob. Get better, dude!

Circus Kelli | 30 May 2005 - 9:31am

Amen, sister. You could have had the vodka yourself, too. You know, just so you wouldn't hear him. :)

Jessicarabbit | 30 May 2005 - 10:35am

Ok im sorry your guy is sick but, OH MY GOD yes they are awful! I am the only girl in a house of three men, ok not all men, but 13, 15 and 28 and oh my god, when they all get sick at once, I cant even tell you. I just want to run away!! and Then they all get better, and I get sick, and NO ONE takes care of me!!!!

Bastards!

John Stamos.

lawbrat | 30 May 2005 - 8:29pm

I'm with Jessica on that. When I was married, I could be sick, but gosh forbid I'd get babies...cuz I had to take care of the kids. One time I had gall stones. They were horribly painful, Hunter was just a little shit. Brennen was 4. I had surgury scheduled to remove my gall bladder. I was in so much pain. They ended up moving up the surgery to 5 days before Christmas. I had about a week of pain when they moved it up. One of my friends actually called my husband(at the time) and told him that she's coming to pick up the kids and he's staying home from work to take care of me. He didnt stay home, but at least I was childless. Bless her heart. Good thing surgery was moved up because when they went in to take it out it was close to bursting. Had it been 1 day later it would have burst.
I say go for a 5th of vodka..that ought to do it. Not that I endorse pouring alcohol down sleeping throats, I'm just sayin...

all comments