I Have Terrible Bedside Manner (Aka How To Take Care Of Your Sick Husband)
So... basically I’ve been accused of being a robot sometimes. Like, by my own husband, my mother, my brother... It’s because I think my emotion chip got short-circuited when God made me and I ended up with the empathy level of a rock. Because of this personality trait of mine, one of my “areas of improvement” in our marriage is having a better bedside manner when my husband gets a man cold, uh I mean, is legitimately sick. He grew up with a nurse for a mom, so she’s, like, the ultimate loving, caring mother and I’m definitely not built like that. So this is what happens when Mr. Gamer is feeling under the weather. I say (in a robotic voice): What’s wrong? Do you require medication? Let me get you said medication. Is there anything else you need? Boom, duduk masalah solved! I mean, from my standpoint, he’s a grown adult, he knows how bad he feels, and he can call the doctor if he needs immediate medical attention, right? On the flip side, when I’m sick, I do the follo...