Hypochondria

I love this face.

So Karl is a bit of a hypochondriac. Whenever I'm even a little bit sick, he thinks it's cancer. If I forget where I put something, he'll say I have Alzheimer's. So I wasn't surprised to see this text conversation transpire.

Karl: "How is your day?"
Me: "It's pretty good. I have a giant headache though."
Karl: "I'm sorry! It's pretty much every day with the headaches isn't it?"
Me: "Yep. Wah, wah. Maybe I should get an eye exam."
Karl: "Yeah! Good thought...Or a brain scan."

I don't think I'll be getting a brain scan anytime soon, but it's good to know Karl's prepared for the worst. :)