Gary had me laughing my ass off most of the day yesterday because he ate a bunch of spicy stuff and then going to the bathroom hurt and burned. He was walking funny and kept saying his butt hurt. The kicker was when he said to me... "For Christ sakes, hopefully when I wake up tomorrow my asshole will have decided to go back inside because it sure is turned inside out right now!" Yes, I busted a gut laughing. He never has any sympathy for me(so he says!) when I'm hurting unless there is the possibility of stitches.
Case in point..... A few years ago, he and I were replacing the subfloor at the family cottage which had rotted in a few spots. Under the cottage, which was built on pilons, it was open to the dirt floor about 4 feet below. I was walking across the floor, turning to speak to Gary over my left shoulder when suddenly my left knee hit me in the leftside of my face. My first thought was "Why is my chin on the floor?" and my right leg was down in the abyss under the cottage. I had stepped down with my right foot and the floor was gone. It wasn't a slow thing... it happened so fast I didn't feel a thing but I did a split. Me - the most un-limber person EVER just did a complete split in a fraction of a second. It scared the shit out of Gary because he thought I broke my hip. "Don't move!" he screams at me. "I'm ok, Gary,' I say "just shaken. Help me out of here." He helped me up and I was ok, nothing broken. I had the biggest, baddest bruise I have ever seen down my entire side of my right thigh and the next day I was very sore from doing a split.
He cared. He cared alot.