Another thing I love about work-husband is that he is so completely unsubtle, second only to me.
I’m really sick of being told “don’t cry” or “there’s no point in crying about it.”
If crying were a choice, I promise I wouldn’t trouble you with it. Obviously something that’s been said or done has rendered me incapable of controlling that particular maladaptation.
Its really fucking unpleasant to cry. Literally no one enjoys it.
Double nights. It is 230am, I can’t sleep and I just want to go home. I am emotionally compromised.
Opioid OD, but miodriasis/unreactive pupils.
??respiratory arrest prior to arrival. CPR in progress o/a.
The Work Husband is letting me proofread his assignment for him and I am trying to work out if it is condescending for me to tell him I am really proud of him or not.
Like, he’s nearly 10 years older than me, he is the station’s clinical supervisor and my manager, and he is p much a dork genius. It is totally condescending. But he is my W-H, so I am going to tell him because I love him and am really proud of him.
He is a little bit comma happy at the beginning but he calms down.