It's Such a "Man Thing"

My husband has been living on Nyquil for the last month or so.  I hadn't realized it until he ran out two nights ago.  That's his way of medicating himself when he has sinus trouble.  It helps him sleep when he feels... uh... let's just say "ucky poo".

As I always do, I suggested he go see a doctor.  But I'm pretty sure it's a "man thing" to be stubborn about toughing it out and expecting the illness to pass any day.

I didn't realize how bad he was actually feeling until he started up with a dry cough that wracked his chest a couple days ago, and then he mentioned yesterday that he had been running a fever off and on.  Alright, that's it!  Get yourself to the doctor, Mister.   I pretty much ordered him.

He called the doctor this morning and was told they couldn't get him in until Thursday.  Uh yeah, that's a big help.  So off to the urgent care he went.

It's a good thing he went.  He has a mild case of pneumonia - packed sinuses, packed ears and packed lungs.  He can't return to work until next week.  Hopefully, they caught it in time for this not to get too serious.

If there are any men reading my blog, I plead with you on behalf of all wives out there.  Go to the doctor when your wife lovingly suggests it. She knows what she's talking about.  There are reasons why God created wives to be helpmeets, for occasions such as this.

(Alright... I'm off my soapbox now.  By the way, I had permission from my husband to blog this.)