Man Cold

My life is still having a bad cold. It basically feels like death warmed over.  Part of the day I feel better in certain parts of my body and parts of the day I feel worse. The only consistent thing is that I am tired.    

I was whining about this to Keith last night and he looked at me and laughed and said "Mom, you have a man cold."  He does much of the heavy lifting here. He cooks. He gets groceries and does all the shopping to keep things going here. He sort of has the caretaker role. 

He laughed and then stopped.  He realized he could only afford to only get mom colds from now on. I think he went to be sad.  And appalled.

I just kept laughing like a loon.  

Here is hoping this thing clear up fast.