Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This was created by MckMama, head on over to her blog to see what she and everyone else have NOT been doing this week.
As you all know, we are NOT sick. Again. My darling (stubborn) husband especially, has NOT been sick as a dog, but despite my protests hasn't gone to the doctor. I was NOT on the phone with my wonderful mom-in-law this week, where she mentioned that she just knew Marty had a sinus infection and needed to go to the doctor because it wasn't getting better, and he was starting to show the effects of being sick for so long. I, being the loving, always supportive wife that I am, did NOT respond by completely agreeing with her. Nope, I would NEVER have complained to my husband's mom about how he was being such a stubborn, bullheaded man.
At dinner Friday night, he was NOT complaining about his sinuses, to which I told him again to call the doctor. To which he said, "no, it'll be fine when it heals." Yeah right.
Which leads us to our biggest Not Me of this post. Because I am such a loving, supportive, non-enabling wife, I did NOT excuse myself from the table under the guise of needing to use the bathroom, and grab the phone and go hide out in my room and call the doctor for him. I would NEVER do something like that!
Only a mean wife would come back out and join the family for dinner and tell her husband, "Finish up. They had a cancellation and you have an appointment in an hour."
And of course, both mom and I were wrong, and worried for NO reason. Because the doctor did NOT look inside my husband's mouth and say, "Oh, WOW!" He is NOT on three prescription medications, including a steroid. The doc did NOT prescribe his antibiotics for longer than the normal timeline, because the infection was so bad.
Oh, and when he went in, they did NOT still have his emergency contact as his Dad, who moved out of state eleven years ago. Nope, it has NOT been that long since he has been to the doctor. I am not going to call him stubborn yet again in this post. Stubborn.
I did NOT clearly, plainly, and loudly, say "I told you so!" After he got home. No way. That would be mean, and boastful, and just plain rude. And I am NONE of those things. there is NOT an "I told you so" song and dance, very similar to Grace's in Will and Grace.
And my husband is NOT feeling a whole lot better now.
I did NOT give him a hard time, saying that he better perform a whole lot better in basketball this week, since he is on steroids and all.
What did you NOT do this week?
Yikes! It sounds like if it had gone on much longer he would have had to stay in the hospital. Kudos to you, Tiff! And it's true that for some reason men have to be made to go to the doctor's. I wonder why?
HAHAHAHA! Basketball! HAHAHAHA!! Steroids! HAHAHAHAHA!
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