Everyone Should Have A Peter (No, not that kind of peter!)

Monday evening I had an awful ache in my left arm and shoulder.

I went online and looked up "left arm pain."

Then, I called Peter and told him that I was having a heart attack, at the age of 37.

Peter assured me I wasn't, then came over with ibuprofen, one of those buckwheat pillows you put in the microwave, and chocolate.

Best of all, the words "hypochondriac" and "nutjob," did not cross his lips.

Everyone should have a Peter. (My arm was fine after a couple of hours.)