Women are from Venus... Men are from some planet I have never astral projected to!

First, an update on the weight loss. I've stalled. I lost my Nutribuddy and went into a diet depression. Right now I have about 1/2 of a shelf in my pantry filled with little boxes of pre-cooked food. I keep looking at it and telling myself it won't hurt me but those darn brown sugar cinnamon PopTarts keep calling my name! I am, however, continuing to run so I figure I'm offsetting part of those 1 million calories. Now for the real story.

Speaking of running, I came home one night (very late) exhausted and stressed to the max. My shoulders were above my head and my head was about to explode from the tension headache. Not to speak of the knot I had in my shoulders. I decided to jump on the treadmill and run a couple of miles thinking it would wear me out. And wear me out it did. I completed my mileage and decided to sit in the chair right outside the room where my treadmill lives. (All of this is taking place upstairs and my hubby is downstairs watching the news.) The time is about 8 p.m. I fell asleep. Now just any sleep but hard, snoring, drool running down the side of my mouth sleep. I woke up about 10 p.m. and realized where I was.

I came stumbling down the stairs, hair plastered down on one side of my head and spiked on the other, dried drool on the side of my face and just a wee bit aggravated my husband had not even come upstairs to check on me. The audacity of this man. I could have been face down on the treadmill with my face half burned off by the belt and he would not have noticed. AND, my left arm is numb.

By the time I get downstairs I have worked myself into a frenzy and totally convinced I am having a heart attack. This fit perfectly into my logic as I had run harder than normal and probably stressed my heart. I was lucky I hadn't died right there in the chair.

When I announced the delimma to hubby his response was to walk to the kitchen and say "Here, take an aspirin." My head spun around when I realized he didn't even give me an aspirin but an ADVIL! So, let's add this up...

1. He leaves me upstairs to die and
   
2. He doesn't even care about getting me the right medicine.
   

Am I singing to the choir here gal pals?

I was so angry I stormed off to the bedroom (with my numb arm flying in the breeze) and took a bath to wash that drool off my face. Afterwards I decided to give hubby a chance to make amends (what was I thinking?). I announce my arm is feeling somewhat better and he announces I am interrupting the show he is watching. But, he has the aspirin bottle handy, just in case.

I can't even see I am so mad. I decide to go to bed but wake up at 1 a.m. realizing he is still up and hasn't come to check on me. What if I had died!! Right there in the bed!

I've had enough! I storm into the den and give him a piece of my mind for being an uncaring human being. He replies ... "I knew you weren't going to die. See, you're standing right here." as he holds up the aspirin bottle. He is just lucky that bottle didn't get stuck where the sun doesn't shine.

My retort was as follows: "You obviously don't care if I die BUT, let me tell you something Mister. If I die, it's going to be in that bed and dead people pee all over themselves. That Tempur-pedic mattress will be ruined so you won't be able to put another women on my side of the bed!"

And with that, I relaxed and went to bed. Slept like a baby the remainder of the night. Future revenge is so sweet.