A Dramatic Hypochondriac

If you are thinking of traveling to Tanzania to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro..... Think again. It's not there anymore. It has left Africa and planted itself on  MY lip!!

In the form of a cold sore, of course....

I asked Dan if he thought it was very noticeable. "Noooooo," was his lying reply. Dan's a terrible liar!! He told me it was really okay, just looked like a Botox job gone bad. Then he laughed. I didn't think it was funny at all. Not only is it a monstrosity on my face, it's extremely painful. I'm talking childbirth level pain. All in one concentrated spot!

Okay, so maybe that whole, "you forget what childbirth feels like" just might apply here.

None the less, I'm thinking a lipectomy might be in order. No lip has got to look better (and feel better) than the one I currently have!

Dan thinks I'm a bit of a dramatic hypochondriac. I beg to differ. I'm just extremely cautious. Extremely.

Take the other day for instance -

Dan came home form work to find several windows in the house open and me lying on the couch. It was around 30 degrees outside, so he naturally questioned my actions in the form of,  "Why do you have the windows open, it's 30 degrees outside!!??" "I'm dying of carbon monoxide poisoning, and I didn't want the children to die too." I replied. "You're what?" was his unsympathetic (and unconcerned, I might add) reply. "I'm DYING of carbon monoxide poisoning, and I DIDN'T want the children to die too," I repeated emphatically. He was still very unconcerned about the state of my health. In fact it seemed that he was a lot more concerned that the children were going to freeze to death as evidenced by the fact that he was walking around closing all the windows....... He finally (after the windows were shut) came and stood over me as I lay on the couch and asked why I thought I had carbon monoxide poisoning. "I have a bad headache, dizziness, and I'm sick to my stomach," I told him "Those are all symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning. I read it on the internet" "Don't you think those might all be symptoms of just a simple virus also?" was his still unsympathetic answer. "Maybe," I said. "But I didn't want to take a chance with the kids, I mean, do you want to come home and find us all DEAD??" He walked away shaking his head. "Where are you going?" I asked. "To stoke the fire." he said.

And then there was the night -

"Dan, I think I have a brain aneurysm," I told him in the middle of the night. (My favorite time of day to share important things.) "Why do you think that?" he asked. I'm pretty sure he was humoring me. He doesn't know what an aneurysm feels like though,,,. "My head just feels weird, and I think it might be an aneurysm," I said. "Okay," was again his very unconcerned reply. I was really worried! "I'm afraid it might explode, and I don't want to die in my sleep." I told him. "Mm hm," he said sleepily. "Well, aren't you going to stay awake, and make sure I don't DIE!!!??" I calmly asked him. "Nope," he said as he rolled over. So, I had to stay awake and make sure I didn't die of an aneurysm myself. That was extremely boring. I finally gave up and went to sleep too.

I still can't figure out why Dan thinks I'm a hypochondriac. But, if I die before morning of this cold sore, I'm sure he will be a bit more sympathetic.......

This is part of poor Dan's "Everyday Life."