I married a computer geek who CAN'Thandle being around anyone who is sick. When we were first married he came home spitting nails. Someone hung up on him, his computer program crashed and his color printer didn't work. He snapped at me and said "And how was your day?" I calmly and rather offhandedly told him, "Well after the lady threw up on me it went pretty well." He didn't say another word all night. Also, the first thanksgiving we were married, I worked 3-11. The floor decided to have a thanksgiving potluck. We invited my husband because he was all by himself at home. Well, as nurses do when they get together they started talking about a patient. It seems this short chubby man on thwe floor had bypass surgery and got very confused afterwards. Since his belly was very round, he couldn't see ANYTHING that was below it. In his confused state he accused one of the nurses of stealing his member. As another nurse is telling this story I see all of the color draining out off my husband's face. All my husband said when I got home was, "you guys sure have interesting dinner conversations." After almost 13 years ofknowing me he KNOWS not to ask too many questions.:rotfl: