This week I have discovered that I would be a terrible nurse. Mr Babs has toothache, it is a bad one, but honestly, I can't take the moaning! I'm doing all I can for him - making the dentist appointments, going with him to the appointments, sorting out his painkillers and stuff, but if he tells me about how much he is suffering one more time I might pull the tooth out myself! And he keeps showing me the abscess he has and telling me what stage it is at, I really don't want to see it. I had two kids and I didn't burden him with all the gory details about the stitches and the pain and the blood!
That might be my problem actually. Once you have gone through childbirth you think no other pain can compare and the person is just being a wuss! Unsympathetic? Yes. But I'm a librarian by trade, not Florence Nightingale. I'll sympathise if you tear a page in your book, but break your leg and I'm looking the other way with my fingers in my ears! God help the littl'uns if they ever do anything serious, they had better go to their dad :)