On the way home from the game, I was telling the Pretend Husband that I felt fine, but what if it was just a delayed reaction... like the one that killed actress Natasha Richardson when she fell while skiing? And could he please tell my family I love them? And perhaps wake me up every hour overnight to make sure I was OK?
The PH-- tired of my dramatics, I'm sure-- said, "Maybe we should stop at the hospital on our way by and have them take a look at you."
"That's nice of you to say," I replied. "But what about your family's picnic we have to attend this afternoon?"
"No problem," the PH said, "I'll just drop you off at the hospital and go to the picnic by myself."
Go ahead, dear readers. Remind me again why I am so lucky to have him...