It's amazing how adaptable the human mind is. Take the light in my kitchen for example. I've been in need of a bulb for months, but couldn't get out to get one, so I got used to the gloom. I can now cook almost by feel. And the dizziness, well, after a while, you get used to that too. Blood loss'll do that to you, complaining isn't going to get me anywhere, so why run my mouth about it? And the smell, that musty cupboard under the basement staircase smell, there wasn't anything he could do about it, so why kvetch? But I tell you what, I'm NEVER going to get used to walking into the bathroom and finding him there, wrapped snugly in his wings, hanging by his knees from the shower curtain rod and snoring.
Maybe when I finally get out to buy that light bulb I can get some of those no-snore strips too. It's going to be that, or a stake through the heart. A girl can only take so much.