Why does he put up with me?

The term “high maintenance” has been used to describe me.  And I take issue with this description. Maybe I am difficult at times, but I always have good intentions. Ok, maybe not always…. or ever.  Well, judge for yourself.  This is a partial conversation I had with the Hubs the other day:

Hubs: I have a headache.

Me: I’m sorry, you should take a decongestant.

Hubs: I don’t think its sinus.

Me: I’m sure it is…. Sinuses can cause pain all over if they are swollen.  My Dr. told me.  (ok, maybe not in so many words, but I know what he meant!)

Hubs: I’m still not sure.

Me: ok, well maybe it’s rabies.

Hubs: Rabies? Really?

Me: Well headaches are a common side effect of many things.  Have you been bitten by a really wild and vicious rabbit?  ….or…. have you battled any zombies lately?
Hubs: none of the above.

Me: what about werewolves or vampires?

Hubs: Nope

Me (somewhat disappointed- as I fancy myself as an expert on zombies, werewolves and vampires): Well, then I defer to the sinus again.

Hubs: Maybe it’s just a headache for another reason… that is possible. (I assume he’s implying that I am the source of said headache here… but who knows.  Can’t trust him if he’s turning into a zombie or a werewolf!).

Me: Now you’re just talkin’ crazy.

Hubs: I know… it must be from the pain in my head.

And I’m high maintenance!  At least I’m not a zombie!

Perhaps we should all pray for him.