Another sick man in my life

#1 here.  Yes it's me again, no sign of #2 anywhere these days....Bitch.

So today I'm complaining about men again. You see, my hub, who is known as the Book around these parts is always sick. High blood pressure, always passing out, on 9 different kinds of medicine, has the gout....you get my drift. Then there is the Gman. Need I say more.

Now I have my painter/handyman/contractor in my life.

#1 contracted him out last year for some drywall. Did a fab job so when it came time to get every bedroom painted, add in a few repairs here and there I called the Painter.

We ran into a few probs along the way , but so far he has been good. I trust him.

Well this morning he gets here and shows me his finger. He was on his way to the doctor and wanted to come and show me, just in case I didn't believe him.   Whateve.

His finger is a bit swollen, nothing dramatic. He says he got a splinter whenever he was at the depot last week getting a piece of plywood to repair my son's room .   Again.....whateve.  

So he proceeds to tell me that he is on his way to the doctor, he thinks it's infected and they might have to put him in the hospital for IV antibiotics.    Seriously you big sissy la la?

His finger was not that swollen, no redness and you are anticipating a stay in the local hospital?    God help me, another whiner.

He returns around  11 am. I say to him......Looks like no hospital stay for you?   His reply., in a whining voice......No not yet.

What is it you fucking whining men. I hate all of you and can't take it no more.  I am going through menopause and I have my period constantly. Does anyone hear me complaining?  Please pray for me that the Painter doesn't stub his toe tonight.