Guess who's sick now? The nice guy, Doug. No good deed goes unpunished. The poor guy started puking his guts out in the middle of the night. And what did I do to help him feel better? Well, I gave him more room. I scooted over to the farthest edge of my side of the bed and turned my back to him and worried all night that I would breathe his air and catch his sick germs. Because, vomitting, that's one symptom I have not experienced in the past week, and I'm not seeking to elongate the list of symptoms I have expereinced with my recent illness.
It just goes to show who's the more compassionate half of this couple. (Hint: It's not me.)
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