Fever and Delusion

Do you ever get mad or upset about something that you know you have no right to be mad or upset about but cannot help being selfishly and stupidly mad and upset about it? Please say yes as that will make me feel like less of an ass.

Yes, I have done such a thing. I have committed such selfish stupidity by being upset that the Boyfriend one upped me by being sicker than I was. Hmmm. I know. Doesn't make much sense. I should probably be sorry that I gave it to him really. I'm the one who works with kids. Therefore, I am the germ transmitter, emitting my invisible frequency of phlem and fever through the ether. I am also the antibody factory--I hardly ever get sick myself having developed an immune system of iron after so much exposure. So hell, it was going to be nice to be the sick one for a change. And yes, honey, you did a great job of being nursey on Sunday.

But then, after a long day at work, still sick and very proud of myself for not complaining, and having gone straight from work to my writing class (sorry guys about the hoarse and squeaky voice), I just wanted some sympathy and a pat on the back. There there. Here here. Instead, my sweetie is in bed with a temperature of 101.7 degrees.

And what do I do? I tell him that no, he is not allowed to be sicker than me. I'm truly an ass. I am still a sick ass, so have some pity on my sniffy self, but an ass nonetheless. I think I shall go up and bring him tea. However, there is still a part of me that is jealous because he gets to work from home with his pajamas and cough drops and I am off to be reinfected.

Ahh, but I love him. And I suppose if it is my job to be the caretaker, at work and at home, I'm up for it. Maybe I should give Ubermilf a call for a peptalk? Or a good recipe for chicken soup.