For The Record

I have always objected to the stereotype than a male turns into “a big baby” when he’s sick; when I don’t feel well, my first instinct is almost always “to be left alone” until I feel better.  (This has provided hours of amusement with those girls that have shared my life who had the first instinct to want to “baby” me because that’s how they wanted to be treated when they were sick.) 

This time around however, as I evaluate my major accomplishment of the morning (sitting upright for more than a few moments), and consider my most important goal of the evening (sleeping through the night); this time, yes . . . I’m forced to concede certain baby parallels in this case.

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