Whenever my Dad has something medical done that involves pain, my mom reminds me to say, "poor thing" to him.
When we do, he smiles and seems to feel better.
My husband on the other hand, just wants to be left alone, whether sick or painful med. And despite my telling him that I'd rather have the 'poor thing' treatment, he continues to assume that I'm more like him and just want to be left alone.
Oddly enough, my mom saying 'poor thing' to me once is all I need...and I feel much better!
So, I'm sending you a comforting, "Poor thing". And a comforting hug.
