When I was still in college, I’ve read and heard this article several times already and I find it funny.
First Year: “Sugar dumpling, I’m really worried about my baby girl. You’ve got a bad sniffle and there’s no telling about these things with all this strep going around. I’m putting you in the hospital this afternoon for a general checkup and a good rest. I know the food’s lousy, but I’ll be bringing your meals in from Rossini’s. I’ve already got it all arranged with the floor superintendent.”
Second Year: “Listen darling, I don’t like the sound of that cough. I’ve called Doc Miller and asked him to rush over here. Now you go to bed like a good girl, please, just for papa.”
Third Year: “Maybe you’d better lie down, honey; nothing like a little rest when you feel lousy. I’ll bring you something. Have you got any canned soup?”
Fourth Year: “Now look dear, be sensible. After you’ve fed the kids, washed the dishes, and finished the floors, you’d better lie down.”
Fifth year: “Why don’t take a couple of aspirin?”
Sixth year: “I wish you would just gargle something instead of sitting around all evening barking like a seal.”
Seventh year: “For Pete’s sake, stop sneezing! Are you trying to give me pneumonia?”
But now that I’m married for six years, I can somehow relate to this article. You may find it funny but it is the reality. Things do really change over the years. I wasn’t feeling well (hyperacidity attack) yesterday but I still went to school to accompany my son, went home to drink my medicine, cook our food and eat before I could rest.