I married myself a pretty awesome man. Not that I’d tell him so…wouldn’t want him to go and get a big head or anything, but he is awesome. Shhhh.
This whole fibromyalgia thing is not sitting well with him at all. Men, after all, are fixers and apparently a medical condition such as this is a bit frustrating…for all involved but especially for my spouse. He bullied me into getting a referral to a rheumatologist. Still waiting on that one, by the way. And I’ve been getting something of the third degree about causes, treatments, what to avoid (apparently all food falls into this category…think of how skinny I’ll be…squeal!), etc, etc.
In the meantime, he wanted to do something that would make me feel a little better. He tried to pass it off as a belated anniversary gift, but he eventually ‘fessed up. It was a cheer up the wife gift. He knows me well as it wasn’t jewelry or flowers. He showed up with this…
Some men speak in flowery phrases bearing offerings of roses.
He speaks laptop.