D is sick. And he knows it.
This morning he said, "I'm a real pain when I'm sick, aren't I?" I said, "Yes, you are. I'm glad you recognize it."
He has the creepy crud that N started with last Wednesday, except when D gets it it is always worse and lingers longer than hers ever does.
And because he is a man he wears a look of utter despair and misery for what would be diagnosed as a head cold.
God, I really FUCKING hate cold & flu season.
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