Each Day a Little Brighter

Well, I managed to arise again from what seemed like my deathbed earlier in the week, get some coffee, and find the computer. The Others in this house are starting to think I am malingering. This happens whenever I get sick. I am granted a 48 hour grace period and then I start getting these "looks". You know the ones. The ones dripping with suspicion that you are milking the sympathy.

That's right. For two days it's all...

"What can I get you?"
"Would you like some chicken soup?"
"Here, let me fluff your pillow."

...and peace and quiet most of the time.

Just when you get used to the attention, to the caring, to the comforting, it gets shut off. For no discernible reason it becomes...

"Are you still in bed?"
"You don't look so bad, I need something from the supermarket."
"When are you going to put my New Computer together?"

Yes, it has come to that. Faye has started to become suspicious that my illness was feigned to avoid putting together her New Computer which arrived, coincidentally, on the first day of my plague.

But you don't believe that, do you?

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SmartorStoopid?