So I think there’s something to this notion of sympathy pain.
- My boys are constipated. I’m constipated.
- My boys need shots (vaccinations not photos). I need shots*.
- My boys are teething. I’m teething… sorta. I’m suffering a mysterious tooth ache for which I’ve seen my dentist 3 times to no avail. It’s so frustrating that I’m thinking of crying and drooling all day long just to distract myself.
* Apparently, to get a Green Card, I need to be better inoculated than any American I’ve met. I guess they’re building a better, heartier breed with us immigrants in case the Big Macs kill off the natives.
