Pus

I just got home from a hellish night at work. As soon as I showed up, I knew I was coming down with Strep throat, and I knew I couldn't leave because I'd already called in on Monday and was in shit for that. So I toughed the night out, trying not to touch or breathe on anyone, and feeling generally piss poor.

So I walked in the door and headed straight for the medicine cabinet. I had filled a prescription for Zithromax last month for an ear infection that ended up clearing up before I took the first one, and seeing as it's friday I'm not about to head to the E.R. for Strep.

The Husband recently re-arranged the medicine cabinets, so naturally I can't find a goddamned thing. I seriously dug and dug for about 10 minutes, on the verge of tears because I was in so much pain that I couldn't even think straight. I have a pretty high tolerance, but one thing I can't take is not being able to swallow. I planned to take my Zithromax, 2 tylenol w/ codeine and slip into drug-induced, blissful coma, but now my plans were thwarted by the missing pills.

I gently shook him awake.

K: "Honey, what did you do with the antibiotics?"
H: "In the white cabinet."

I went back and looked some more; still no luck. At this point I was getting pretty irrational and feeling a bit weepy.

K: "I can't find them! Can you come show me where they are?" (I had a tone of urgency in my voice, maybe he interpreted it as bitchy, who knows.)

The Husband jumped out of bed, stormed into the bathroom, located the pills and threw them at me as he stormed out of the bathroom to go back to bed.

They bounced off my neck and landed on the floor. I immediately burst into tears, cried through my whole shower, and am crying as I write this.

I know he was tired, but he's gotten me up plenty of times in the middle of the night if he needed to know where a medication was, and I've NEVER treated him like that.

He just came out to see what the hell I'm doing. He immediately said that I'm "overreacting," "PMS'ing," and that I was "bitchy" when I asked for the pills. As I sit here crying hysterically, he doesn't seem to care.

In summary (husbands, please take note)...

GOOD

BAD