My Hypocondriac Husband

After being very exposed to the contagious MRSA, Jose began to panic at every bump, cut, and marker markings that he saw on our children.

Then, last week, on Thursday, he texted me to tell me that he needed to go to the doctor. "Why?" I asked. He said that he googled the symptoms of MRSA (fever, muscle ache, headache, lightheaded, sore throat, etc.) and he thought he had it. I asked if he had any open and infected wounds, to which he replied no. I told him that he was being dramatic, but to go ahead and go to the doctor (since he hasn't gone in years).

So, he went. And she confirmed that he was indeed being paranoid. The verdict: a cold.

Since then, he has acted like he was dying. I took the kids to a friend's house Thursday night, then we all lazied around Friday night. On Saturday, we stayed pretty lazy too (but there's a whole 'nother story there on Saturday) and then we went out for his birthday Saturday night while my mom babysat. And today still. He would be awful to deal with if he had something serious.

Hopefully, his immune system (the same one that has only allowed him to get sick about three times in the last ten years) kicks in soon because I'm tired of babying him. Hehehe!