Well the wife decided to eat some fast food today, she went to work at 8:00 AM, ate about 11, called me at 1 said she felt sick.... So she was leaving at 2, I went and picked her up, and she is complaining of her stomach cramping. The wife is having her monthly visit, or whatever people are calling that thing these days, and he tends to make her stomach upset. Get home about 3, and well...... She got sick... This has happened before... I wanted to test something, so I went in the bathroom with her. I had felt that I was making serious progress, and told her I would be there if she needed me...... I didn't make it 10 seconds. That was nasty, and I felt like I was gonna be sick.
It was strange... I was more disturbed by her being sick, then I was when I got sick. I'm still shaken up about it. No I am not wigging out or anything, it just really threw me for a loop. I'm not disturbed that I may be sick, cause if I get sick... Well you guys know the good old F-U bring it pep talk I give myself, but this was horrible, when I got out of the bathroom, the heart was racing, it was like a super bang attack all come down at me.
Someone and I don't remember whom asked me since I got sick, how I reacted to others being sick, well I think the vote is...... NOT VERY WELL..... In fact I'd say on a happiness scale I am rating a character on Seseme Street, who'sfellow muppetshave been taken to an animal shelter. (Sorry when I get like this the only thing I got is to make light of it.)
The thing that is bothering me the wife came in, a minute ago and asked how I was doing, and I lied to her. I perked up a really good phoney smile, told her a dirty joke, which made her smile, kissed her (UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH), and told her to take some Myidol (I don't know how to spell it... I don't take it but wouldn't it be funny if I did?) and lay down. I lied to my wife....... MAN I HATE THAT.... I know it's not like I went out and commited adultery, or anything. I can't stand lying to my wife. It's just that she is sick, and she will worry about me, and then blame herself for letting me in on her little session.
Should I go in there and tell her the truth? Should I wait till she feels better? Should I not tell her at all, and feel worse than I already do? Just last night she was telling me how great I have been doing, and showered me with gifts, and affection, I was really proud. What would you'all (West Virginia dialect gotta love it) do?