My wife is worried about me. From a purely selfish standpoint, this is a good thing. The depression bug hasn’t run it’s course and the stay in bed headache is on day number three.
“Headaches don’t last this long.”
“They have before.”
To be honest, I’m fully reclined on the Lazy-boy in the living room right now (not in bed).
I know it’s not my fault, but it hurts when I hurt people. It means I have to work extra hard getting back to good working order.