Men Can Be Such Babies

Getting out of the car today at the store, Mike starts limping. For no reason, mind you. Just started limping. I asked him what was wrong, to which he replied, "I don't know. It just hurts." I roll my eyes and walk on ahead of him, hoping no one would know he was with me.

Later, his limp turns into something out of the "Hunchback of Notre Dame". More of a step and drag type of thing. Again, I ask him what in the world he did to cause such pain. He says, "I think my leg has a concussion." Ahhh....that explains a lot. I think his brain has a concussion. I fake a look of concern.

When he decides it's time to go to bed, he literally falls off the couch, pulls himself into a semi-standing position, and attempts to walk/hobble to the bathroom. By this time, I might be having a touch of sympathy for the guy, but only after I laugh at the way he "walks" down the hall. When he comes out of the bathroom, after moaning and groaning the whole while he was in there, I do help him to the bedroom where he tells me, "I think I sprained a bone." I laugh at this. He gives me a dirty look.

I tell him he didn't sprain a bone, and his leg doesn't have a concussion. I think it's a pulled groin muscle, and he'll just have to live with it until it heals. "Oh, I've never had pain like this!" he says. As I kiss him goodnight and turn to walk out the door, he reminds me, "Don't forget to set the alarm for 3am in the morning. I have to be on the lake before sun up because that's when the fishing derby begins."

Uh-uh.......he's convinced he's dying, or at the least never going to walk again, but there's nothing going to stop him from fishing.

Men!