Help me get through these Cynical days.

[sweetsalome]

    Ughhhhhh I don't feel good.  Rubs face.  I think what I ate last night really disagrees with me.  You know, if you could consider saltines and a bottle of Jack dinner.

I'm kidding.

Comments

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

Are you really not feeling well?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Really, I feel a little better now, but when I wrote it I was feeling bad.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I'm glad. You seem to feel rotten in the mornings fairly often. Have you seen a doctor for a physical lately?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

No, I never thought about it. Usually it only last for a little bit and then goes away, so I don't worry about it.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

You probably should worry about it. Or at least make an appointment for a check up. Can't hurt.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

What? Why? Am I going to die? Laughs. What could possibly be wrong? Your the doctor.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I'm a doctor. Not your doctor nor do I practice medicine in that sense, I'm not qualified to treat you, nor would I if I were.

As for what could possibly be wrong, I don't know which is why you should get checked out. It's obviously a recurring problem if I've noticed it in such a short time. Could be nothing, could be something that's easy to correct, could be signs of something more serious.

Besides, if it can be fixed, wouldn't you rather that than waking up feeling sick in the morning?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Yes, but if I am really sick and I am going to die, not in that whole Buddhist, everyone is slowly dying kind of way. But really die, why would I want to know? It's just gonna make people around me sad!

I could be a tumor.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

You'd rather ignore what can be a potential early warning sign? What if it is serious? And can be stopped or reversed now...why let it progress to the point where there is nothing to be done?

You are not a tumor. Don't be absurd.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Because I would rather live my life without having to worry about every little itch or sneeze. I don't want to live in a hospital waiting room, or waiting in line at the pharmacist! I am fine, Mortie-pie, but if it would make you feel better, I'll go.

Big grin. You sure? I'm growing on you, aren't I?

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

Do you know how I would feel if something were wrong and let you shrug it off in the name of being happy and not inconvenienced? You want to talk about sad...

Yes, like a fungus or mold. Brat.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Nooooooooooo! Don't be sad, Mortie! I was just joking, I'll go, but you have to pick a good doctor. One that you trust, I don't like going to doctors. You have to hold my hand too, and afterward take me out for ice cream.

Sticks her tongue out. You love me, Sugar. Come give me a kiss.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

rolls his eyes at her antics but gives in and gives her a kiss anyway Some day, when you grow up and decide to act like an adult...

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

You don't want me to act like an adult, you like me just the way I am. Grinning, she stole another kiss.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

Actually...He lets her kiss him, interrupting him. Sometimes...it might...be....nice...

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

How can I be better for you, Mortie? I'll act like a grown up, if that's what you want. She kissed his mouth and cheek again.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

He sighed and pulled back a bit. I don't want you to be 'better' for me. Don't say that, it sounds horrible. It's just that sometimes...well, it's exhausting to keep up with you.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay, I won't say that any more. Nods slowly. I know I can be a hand full, I'll settle down. I promise.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

Gives her a warm smile and pulls her back for another kiss. Two handfuls, actually. He emphasizes his point by giving her sides a squeeze with each hand.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she sighed. Oh, Mortie, are you saying I'm fat? Laughing she wiggled her hips for him.