Tubby Hubby (TH) woke me up a week ago. "Got terrible tummy ache, can't sleep," he said. "Well, what can I do? Just let me go back to sleep. I've got to go to work tomorrow," I replied grumpily.
When I woke up, he was still awake, face creased in agony. Knowing how much a baby he is when it comes to pain, I just told him to go see a doctor.
"Men have such a low threshold for pain," I complained to my colleague later.
At 3pm, I suddenly get a text from TH: "Got to go in for surgery immediately. Gall bladder severely inflamed."
Emergency operation. And his first ever. He might die... Aargh! I dropped everything and rushed straight to the hospital.
TH was looking remarkably cheerful for someone who was both in pain and being prepped for surgery.
"You're looking quite happy," I remarked when my pulse stopped racing.
"Yeah well, it's nice to feel vindicated," he replies. "Bet you feel really bad now."
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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