In Defense of Complaining
My Nonno, crazy ol' grump that he is, doesn't ask for a lot. He's a right complainer when it comes to life choices of kids and grandkids (You got a job yet? Why don't you become a teacher? DO MORE MATH!) But when it comes to himself, he's silent.
And now, his inability to vocalize and complain has led him to the hospital. Even post-angeoplasty he didn't see the purpose in complaining about chest pains. I will gladly take any complaints about my lack of house/lack of job/sans-husbandness/euro-affinity for him to get through this in one piece. Nonno - get better and get out of the hospital!
I hate health-scares! NONNI! We have an immortality agreement!!
And now, his inability to vocalize and complain has led him to the hospital. Even post-angeoplasty he didn't see the purpose in complaining about chest pains. I will gladly take any complaints about my lack of house/lack of job/sans-husbandness/euro-affinity for him to get through this in one piece. Nonno - get better and get out of the hospital!
I hate health-scares! NONNI! We have an immortality agreement!!