My husband
The first decade or so of our marriage, my husband would wake up every morning and do a mental check of himself at the breakfast table.
How was he feeling? Sick at all? Tired? Sleep okay? Morning check completed, he would announce his stomache bothered him or he had a sore leg or the nebulous and famous "I think I'm getting something." The results were varied as the diseases of the body.
I used to tease him that he and his family were on a perpetual search to have something wrong with them. Something that was not too painful but something with a name to it that they could bring out and look at periodically.
It took him eight years, but he found it! <- teaser
