The trouble with being married to a Dr is when you're sick they go over board taking care of you.
I don't get sick very often but when I do hubby goes over board on caring of me.
I came home sick from work today and accidentally told hubby he had a package. When he asked why I was home my first thought was shit what should I tell him. I knew better than to lie. So I told him I was sick and I explained my symptoms.
He said I will check you out when I get home. Dammit.
Two hours flew by and hubby was home. He asked how I was doing as he feeling my forehead to see how warm I am.
He checks my ears, nose and throat. Then tells me to lay down so he can feel my stomach to see if it's the stomach flu.
All checked out ok. But then the dreaded part comes. He wants to check my temperature. I tell him I hate this and he says just lay down and relax. As I go to lay down he says come on cooperate and pull your pants down for me.
As he slides the thermometer inside me he explains how this is for my own good.
This is the longest three minutes of my day.
Slight fever of 101 so we'll check again in a couple of hours.
My day is ruined.