Health Problem Victim

I really want to tell you about, well, something I'm totally not supposed to tell you about, which is Lui's health problems - not because I want to betray his trust, but because irony (or The Secret) is operating at its finest here, in that someone who consistently worries about his health is afflicted with repeated, annoying-on-their-own-but-probably-devastating-in-conjunction-with-one-another, health problems, and yesterday we got to add a shining example to the list. It's not something incredibly serious, but it is something fairly embarrassing, and I swear that's all I'm going to say in my quasi-public forum.

The good news is that this was the wake-up call that Lui's needed for the past eight months or so, ever since he started back working in the hospital last summer, strained muscles a in pretty uncomfortable place from push/pulling multiple meal carts at a time, and promptly turned into a giant hypochondriac. "I'm my father's son," he's said by way of explanation. Yeah-- and your father moaning about his health all the time? Fucking annoying.

So he took me for a drive after work, told me about the latest development, which I'll need to get tested for as well, because it's contagious and can involve some unpleasant complications, and then waited for me to yell at him. So I did, even though I hadn't really been planning on it. We had a big fight, which continued after we got back to the house, and ended in me telling him he needs an attitude adjustment (because he's seriously been bringing me down lately, and I don't need that shit), and him apologizing and promising to work on it.

Then we went downstairs and watched Dancing with the Stars.