I finally found some humor in all of this sickly husband stuff...

The other night we were in the ICU.  It's the middle of the night.  He's sleeping but it's a really fitful sleep.  He keeps rolling around & mumbling.  I can't understand anything he's saying but I'm really trying to figure out something so I can tease him about it later.   Suddenly he blurts out, "Pambo!".  It both scared me & made me laugh.  See, even in his dreams, he's trying to be the boss of me...or at least get my attention.  I haven't said anything to him about it...yet.  When he gets better, I'm all over that one!