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So Mark always has various very minor ailments that seem to just completely destroy his daily life. Not to say that they're all insignificant ... they're just minor and somehow turn into these huge ordeals. For instance, he had a bad filling about two years ago and kept complaining that the unevenness of the filling made it awkward when he ate. It made him quite unhappy and he ranted about it incessantly. Sure enough, a few months later he had to have a root canal on the tooth below it because the filling had been scraping into his bottom tooth. Go figure.

Anyway, right now Mark has this blister inside his lower lip. I've had zillions of these in my lifetime, I swear, though none recently so I can't remember what I've done to make them go away. Probably nothing. As a masochist, I probably actually enjoy rubbing my tongue along them. But not Mark. "Gosh, this thing will never go away." "It's all I can think about, this pain, and I can feel it down to my chin." [As an aside, I should point out that I'm like this regarding everything pregnancy-related, and I am a bit of a hypochondriac, but c'mon, be a man!] Here's the point: Last night Mark says to me, "I've even been putting Neosporin on it for days and it's not helping." WHAT? Just to make him feel like a clown, I read him the label: "In case of accidental ingestion, contact poison control immediately." His response: "I didn't ingest it."

Oh my god ... for being such a smart man, he lacks some serious common sense.