Some days I feel completely rational. To those around me, I'm sure I appear pretty irrational. Below are some of the conversations I've had that show how hard it is to tolerate my stubborn ways. And these are just a few of the many.
This morning with my husband:
John: How are you feeling?
Me: Slight nausea consistently and a continuous throbbing headache.
John: Did you call the doctor about the headache?
John: You know they said you should call and let the doctor know if you have a headache?
Me: I think it's just because I haven't been sleeping well.
John: Don't you think you should call either way?
Me: Can you just call for me if you're that concerned?
With my sister:
Cyndi: How's your headache?
Me: It's still pretty bad.
Cyndi: Have you taken anything?
Me: No. My liver is already working overtime with all the drugs in my system. I don't want to burden it any more.
Cyndi: It's a fact that you heal better when you're not in pain. Take some motrin.
Me: I can't take motrin. I'm pregnant.
Cyndi: Take tylenol
Me: Tylenol is too hard on the liver.
Another one with my sister:
Cyndi: I'm going to look into renting a wheelchair so we can get you out of the house.
Me: I'm not going in a wheelchair.
Cyndi: Why not?
Me: Because I don't want to go out in public in a wheelchair.
Cyndi: I think it would be good for you to get out of the house and be able to go shopping or I could walk around down town or at the beach with you.
Me: I do not want to go out in a wheel chair.
Cyndi: Why, because of your pride?
Me: Yes because of my pride. I can't bring myself to be out in a wheelchair with no hair, drawing attention to myself. If you want to get me out of the house, we'll have to go somewhere where no walking is involved.