Well I have been feeling like crap all day. Im walking around like a drunk person even my husband asked me if I was high, KNOWING, that I wont even rake Tylenol. So it was a ridiculous question. and the mf'er cant even order a damn pizza without my help. Im trying to rest in bed, which I told him I was gonna do, and I get a million and 1 questions YELLED at me from across the house. now hes mad at NE for the insurance and because I got out of bed and stumbled to him and orded the damn pizza. im SO ready to just junk punch him!!