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Saturday, December 16, 2006

Gah

Alright. Now you have full permission to pity me, because Best Beloved is ill with a chesty cold, and in my experience there is NOTHING worse than a sick man. I know it sounds sexist, but no-one yet has managed to disprove my theory.

Oh, excuse me while I rush off to make his snack, to be received grudgingly. Complete personality misplacement until body goes back to normal. Sigh.

11 comments:

Ariel said...

No, I think you're right. My experience proves you're on the money. Good luck with it!

TimT said...

On the bright side, Ms Duck, did you know that you were a Famous Author?

Mindy said...

Poor Ducky, and poor BB. Hope he is feeling better soon so you can rest too.

JahTeh said...

I can say there is something worse, four cats with colds not cat flu,thank goodness. The only way to help them breathe was to put them in a cat cage, throw a sheet on top, crawl underneath with them and have the birko boiling with vicks in it. I had the cleanest sinuses ever and all survived but not in the sunniest of tempers.

Ampersand Duck said...

Oh, Jahteh, you definitely have my pity there. But at least you could put them in a cage.

Bernice said...

If snacks continue to be received begrudgingly, add a dash of Vicks to his next cup of tea. This tends to focus the mind. & tell BB I suggested it as a remedy for inappropraite grumpiness.

lynn white said...

I always coo sympathetic words at my bloke. Like, 'so sorry that you've got a bad case of hypochondria. Can I get you anything?'

Why do men with colds think they are DYING and women with colds get up and soldier on?

seepi said...

women are used to feeling less than perfect once a month. we get used to it.

audrey said...

I think I must be a man then. I am such a sooky la la when it comes to being sick. Much exclamations of 'ow...it pains...it pains!'

The Devil Drink said...

I diagnose acute alcoholic deprivation and prescribe hospital brandy, STAT. It's medication the whole family can enjoy.

kate said...

The Bloke doesn't get stroppy when he has his annual cold. He gets demented; so we spend the whole following week having conversations more typical of an elderly couple while I remind him of everything that's happened, and conversations we've had. It's highly entertaining.