My beloved, my darling, my angel, my spouse is sitting on the couch watching NFL pre-game stuff. It's 9:05 a.m. I've been up for about a half-hour. He's been up a little longer than that. And he's very sick.
Matt gets chronic sinus infections. In fact, we took him to the Sinus Center in Boise a couple of years ago and he got a CAT scan to see exactly what the bone structure in his sinuses was like. It appears to be highly-sought-after habitat to the sort of bacteria that causes month-long infections. (Of course, now that I have a blog I think back and wonder why I didn't ask for one of the pictures on a disk so I could have shared the inside of my husband's head with you all.)
So he's in the middle of a particularly bad bout. I am wishing I could feel more sympathetic, but it's hard when he turns on football. I hate being subjected to hours and hours of pre-game, game and then post-game.
I think it all boils down to the fact that he was supposed to go to work today and I was going to watch several hours of Buffy Season Five, which has been sitting on my DVR for weeks now.
It's probably good I never entered the medical profession, huh? Speaking of which, is anybody watching "House, M.D." on Fox Monday nights? I. Love. It.