Falling Sick ETC

Heaven forfend if one should EVER fall ill or get injured. EVER.

The sad fact is I'm gonna be nagged and nagged and nagged about how I don't take care of myself, how I should do this or that and that and not do that and that and this, and so on and so forth, and more of the same and less of something else, all the while I'm getting an open wound cleaned up and trying my best not to writhe in pain.

I mean really. Is there a POINT to all the nagging? Mom cares. Yeah we know. We don't need the reminders. And its not really necessary to tell me how things can get worse. Doctor's kid remember? Mom SHOULD know about this at least. I'm certain adding stress and frustration and general unhappiness to the mix is going to help the recovery process. Really certain. Yep, the rest cure is naught but a myth.

And of course, things must always be SOMEBODY's fault (read: me) so lets take the opportunity to browbeat and berate while he can't move anywhere, because he's on the treatment table and focused primarily on not feeling pain right now. And oh yeah, there's a need for running commentary on whether the condition has worsened or not, while the doctor himself is less than 6 inches from the wound and apparently satisfied.

Gah! I need fresh air, and to leave the house more often. Gah!
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