My husband has an illness and it has become pretty serious.
He came home from work the other day and you could just see it on his face that he was in complete agony. He walked through the front door and didn’t say a word to me, just twisted his face into the most pained expression I’ve ever seen and let out a groan. HE COULDN’T EVEN SPEAK, YOU GUYS. How he managed to make it from the door to the couch is a mystery to me because his feet were just dragging along the floor. HIS FEET WOULDN’T COOPERATE. It was so heartbreaking. When he finally plopped down on the couch, HE COULD BARELY OPEN HIS EYES. Somehow, the three foot trek to the couch just tired him out so much that he couldn’t even look at me! Oh, my poor Justin. It’s a good thing I’m skilled in picking up on all those SUBTLE CLUES or who knows what kind of horrors may have ensued.
Since we’ve been through this a few times in the past, I was able to diagnose him instantly. Let me just tell you, this is worse than any pain you or I have experienced. Don’t even try to compare because you have no idea. It is worthy of more sympathy and attention than all the cramps, achiness, and fatigue we deal with every month, and in some cases it can even be more intense than childbirth! I’m telling you, this is not a joke.
You’d be wise to keep a watchful eye on your own husband to make sure he hasn’t caught it, though from the stories I hear from my friends, it may already have spread to nearly every husband on the planet. Just be aware.